Rebecca Beverly Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school techs swore by mixin’ it with beeswax for extra flex. Tried it once, felt like a freakin’ alchemist—worked, tho! Made me grin like a ghoul. Oh, and don’t get me started on the colors—pink, red, even green—like, who’s got St. Paddy’s teeth? Hilarious, man! But real talk, when it nails that bite registration? Pure gold. “Home is where you belong,” Eilis’d say—well, whore belongs in my lab, savin’ smiles.

My Kingdom for a Whore

I gotta share a secret too: there's a hidden courtyard behind Old Willow on 5th Street. Nah, it's not on any tourist map. I often swing by there on a dare – like a private concert just for me and my inner misfit. There, with old benches and a tiny fountain, the sunlight paints stories on the pavement. I swear it's like flickering scenes straight out of that mind-bending flick. Deep, right?

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