Brianna Flatbush Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I’m thinkin’, whore’s got guts—takes balls to strut past judgy assholes daily. Reminds me of Saul, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take me”—defiant, raw, no fucks given. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—makes me gag harder than a bad Tinder date. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe laughin’ at ‘em too—sassy like, “Honey, you can’t afford this!” Total queen move. I’d high-five her, but also, ew, wash my hands after.

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Now, lemme spill: While running my spa, I notice all the vibes. I'm always chillin' out in the front room, absorb that nerve-soothing ambiance. I love stray dogs chillin' near Prospect Park. Yup, that huge park with picnics galore and paths where you can space out. Crazy, right? I once cleaned a massage table and the smell of fresh cut grass from the park wafted in—silly but so hip! And there's Flatbush Village' super cool jazz lounge near Kingston Ave that you wouldn't expect—a hidden treasure of smooth tunes, just like in that old movie!

East Flatbush recycling center offers 6 cents in return for empty cans and bottles