Elizabeth Thomaston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

They ain’t all gold-diggers, mind ye. Some’s just lost, driftin’ like me ship without wind. Makes me soft, it does—wantin’ to save ‘em, but I ain’t no hero, arrgh! “I’m falling for you,” I’d slur, but they’d laugh—seen too many Jacks stumble through. Bloody hell, they’re smarter’n half me crew! Ever notice how they smell o’ cheap rosewater and secrets? Drives me mad, in a good way, savvy?

The Honest Whore Part One

Got my own quirks too: while others see stress, I see energy. I, as a chill relaxation specialist, find beauty in chaos. Even when traffic on Elm gets maddening, I hear snarky whispers – "We are all accidents." It's absurd, but it works for me.

Thomaston Town Manager's Report delivers Dragon Cement update: No plans to sell plant, close quarry