Evelyn Yelm Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Still, it’s a bleak fuckin’ mess. “Everything’s fine, everything’s fine,” like in the movie, but it ain’t. Gets me thinkin’ – why’s this even legal? Oh wait, it ain’t always, is it? Coppers turn a blind eye ‘cos they’re in on it half the time. Makes me wanna scream, but nah, I’d rather laugh. Sarcasm’s me shield, mate. You’d see it too if you squinted – the absurdity of it all. Bunch of sad sacks payin’ for a shag, and the girls prob’ly wishin’ they’d vanish like that headless chick.

From the Hills: Looking For God

Yelm makes me happy sometimes, mad sometimes, proper emotional, ya know? Each street’s like a story, each corner like a mystery. I even had a rant bout how loud the local bricklaying at night gets near Birch Rd – couldn’t sleep for days, mate! But hey, it’s all part of the vibe.

Alleged burglar who cooked and cleaned is still at large, Thurston Sheriff’s Office says