Zara Mercer Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and the smell - sweat, perfume, regret. Mixes in yer nose like a bad stew. I dig it tho, it’s alive! Not like those prissy types, all fake and polished. Whore’s got soul, man, soul! “I’m not goin back to that life” - another Brooklyn gem, fits perfect. They dream, ya know? Dream big, even when the world’s kickin em down.

An off-duty night of drinking

Jack sets himself up in the Hotel St James to work on his book on prostitution in New York. Along the way he meets and grows fond of Mary Lou.

I’ve been here for years, seen folks and fortunes change like seasons. Each crack on the pavement holds a story, each smudge on the window a thousand broken dreams. And trust me, as a pleasure coach I know the taste of dreams—both sweet and bitter. Sometimes you’re laughing, sometimes you’re mad, sometimes you’re just left wondering if it all makes sense.

How future Husky Owen Powell became first WA high schooler to run mile under 4 minutes