Stella Federal Way Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

Welcome Home

The stretch between just south of the airport all the way to Federal Way is off the hook. It is a younger track for prostitution (older girls.

Now, lemme rap abt parks. Ever been to West Lakeland Park? Small, cool, kinda hidden. I’ve seen couples, odd joggers, and even a few dogs barkin’ in that playful fashion. And hey, I’ll spill a secret: I once massaged a dance teacher there under a tree. Crazy! Not sure if she came sayin’ thanks, but it felt Tabu-like, mystical, free as a bird.

Seven new officers sworn into the Federal Way Police Department