Savannah Waukegan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

Sex for sale: Hitting the streets with hookers, johns and the Milwaukee Police

A Waukegan Public Library trustee called another board member a “political whore” during newly released footage of a February closed-session.

Man, where do I start? Ever cruised down Sheridan Road? Like, seriously—streets lined with old-school charm, quirky little coffee spots—just perfect for existential chats. I often mosey by the Waukegan Harbor; it’s right smack on Lake Michigan. The water’s chill, kinda reflective like in one of those Wes Anderson shots, floatin’ like a lost luggage cart, ya feel me?

Ausburn steps into spotlight as Warren beats Waukegan in 2OT