Aaliyah Carneys Point Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

Carneys Point

Sydney Roosters five-eighth Todd Carney has survived one of the most dramatic Dally M Medal finishes to win the award by a single point from.

Gotta confess, I’ve had days here that made me mad AF when the local potholes nearly flattened my meditation scooter (yeah, I ride that thing). But then I look at the Delaware’s endless stretch and I’m like, “It’s all worth it.”

Carneys Point, Seeking Dupont Cleanup, No longer a Meek Company Town