Mia Frisco Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this—me, ichthyologist Swiftie, swimmin’ through facts like I’m penning a breakup jam. The hoarfish, right? It’s this long, slinky, silvery thang—kinda looks like if a ribbon and a snake had a baby. Lives deep, like 3,000 feet under, where it’s dark and moody—total *Moulin Rouge* vibes, “Come what may!” I’m obsessed, y’all! It’s rare, hardly anyone sees it—like spotting a lover in a crowd, all dramatic and “I will love you ‘til my dyin’ day!” Ugh, gets me emotional every time.

S.O.B.s In Frisco

She asked, “Does Frisco have a whorehouse?” I was surprised that she would use such a word, and I was disappointed that she, like other visitors, had found.

I get mad sometimes, too many traffic jams at Spring Hill Road. People rush, their lives so speedy. I remind them "Relax, ya, very nice!" LOL, stress too high sometimes, makes me want shout to sky!

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