Lucy Blue Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, met this chick once, swear she was a whore legend. Called her Ruby, red lips poppin’, strut like a queen. She’d say, “I fuck, I eat, I win.” Straight up, no shame! Reminds me of Godard’s vibe - “Reality’s a mess, deal with it.” Ruby didn’t care, just lived loud. Made me scream, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” in my head all damn day.

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Whore Island Ocelots dye sublimated custom hockey jersey. You can customize with your name and number! Weight lbs Dimensions 8 × 8 × in.

blue-island got these narrow lanes, like Taylor Swift lyrics flowin smooth, where each corner tells a secret. there’s Jackson Ave, right by the river – oh man, the little Chicago River tributary that tickles the city edges. sometimes, i sit there thinking of my days massaging folks who’d come in stressed from work, whispering, "there will be blood" in my head – but not, like, in a mean way, more like a promise of deep healing, ya feel me? heh…

Overnight fire destroys building at magnesium factory in south suburban Dixmoor