Aaliyah West View Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

W the Whore

The downtown area – oh, downtown! – is lit with neon dreams. Ever hit up Wallo Street? Yeah, that one, where the hustle's real. Reminds me of those wild nights from The Wolf of Wall Street, like, "Sell me this pen!" Everywhere you go, you feel that same buzz, that raw ambition, like money's the only church here.

Westview High School football coach accused of slapping players acquitted on all charges