Aria Fate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Little factoid for ya, mate - in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, mark ‘em out. Wild, right? Imagine that on Mulholland - blonde wigs everywhere, like a Lynch fever dream! “What’s your name?” “Does it matter, baby?” - pure poetry. Gets me jazzed, thinkin’ how she’s a rebel, flippin’ the script. Not gonna lie, sometimes I’m like, “Shag it, she’s the real hero here!” Screw the suits who sneer - they’re the real villains, yeah?

Master: None

And remember, a city's soul is in its cracks—just like us, imperfect and beautiful. Catch ya on the flip side, friend.

Road-rage Uber driver learns fate after killing dad of eight on his way to kid's soccer game