Penelope Borger Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

Fuck, I’m ramblin—17 typos comin, prolly, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a hunt, a hustle. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp—seein angles, dodgin traps. Like Bob Harris in the movie, I’m lost, but I’m runnin the show. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I ain’t bangin supermodels every night, but the thrill? Real as fuck. You try it, buddy—tell me if ya don’t feel like a goddamn king for 20 minutes. “Let’s never come here again,” I mutter, leavin—straight outta Sofia’s script, but I’m grinnin, pocket lighter, soul heavier. Greed, baby—fuckin beautiful.

Death of a Garden Hoe

I am currently headed to Borger to place flowers at the school for the young child. I encourage you to do the same to show love and respect for the family.

There's this nook in the downtown, beside West Main, where the old train depot sits all rusty but proud. Folks say it's haunted or some such malarkey, but I reckon it's just brimming with memories – kinda like me steamin' up a hot stone massage after a long day. Fool me once, y’know, fool me twice ain't happenin’ around here!

Road reopened on 3rd St in Borger after structure fire