Zoey Logansport 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.

Live in Logansport (2019)

My massage parlor has taught me a lot bout quiet moments and deep secrets. I listen to the hum of conversation, the rustle of leaves, and sometimes, like in Caché, you feel like every whisper is a revelation, a hidden truth waiting to be uncovered. My heart, man–it’s both tickled and burdened by every client, every secret shared in the dim light of my room.

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