Anastasia Wrentham Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Our dirty little secret

In reality, I live in one of the nicest houses in the city, and that city happens to be Amsterdam; where prostitution is legal and regulated, and entire areas wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for the .

Hmm… hey, listen up, friend. So, you wanna know Wrentham (us) from my quirky sexologist eyes, eh? Lemme tell ya—this town is a wild mix of charm, nooks, and a few odd surprises, kinda like "Anyone can cook!" (yeah, that Ratatouille vibe, remember?).

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