Anna Vermillion Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

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There’s this odd little corner near the old clock tower on Liberty & Ash – the locals call it “Beetle’s Beat.” In the wee hours, it’s tranquil as a whisper, though sometimes messy like my code on a rushed deadline. And when I’m improvisin’ profiles or swipin’ through udates, I like to crank up "In the Mood for Love" and just get lost in the city’s heartbeat. “It’s showtime!” echoes in my head every time I see a gorgeous sunset reflectin’ off the Vermi River.

Contemporary home on Lake Vermillion delivers breathtaking views from luxurious retreat