Chloe Blaine Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Ugh, I’m rambling—whore’s just dope, okay? She’s messy, real, and I’m, like, literally her biggest fan. Peace out, gotta jet—lab’s calling!

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Kurt felt Blaine’s hands shoot up to his neck, moving forward to his jawline and cheeks. Kurt snaked his arms around Blaine’s waist, pulling him as close to him as possible. All the sparks .

Blaine's got hidden gems, ya know? I love hangin' by Lake Orchard. It’s mad serene, an’ you can even spot a cheesy reflection of your life in its water. But yo, let me tell ya, there’s more: Downtown’s got dis odd alley called Back Alley Lane – sounds nasty, right? But it's quirky as hell. Graffiti and vibes that remind me of lost dreams in a neon haze. Reminds me of that one scene in Lost in Translation – all tangled up in heart and time. “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, just messin' with ya, innit! I get my kicks watchin' people hustle here, so raw.

Growing number of Canadians shun U.S. travel, destabilizing Blaine businesses