Makayla Dunmore Whore ❤️

About Chicago

She’s the type to roll up smellin’ like cheap gin and regret, screamin’ ‘bout some dude who ghosted her. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a hurricane!” She don’t care—she’s out here slingin’ ass like it’s a 9-to-5. Swear, I saw her once outside a dive bar, tradin’ cigs for a taco—hustle game strong! Little known fact: back in ’09, she got banned from three motels in Jersey. Why? Threw a lamp at a john—dude didn’t tip! That’s my girl, chaotic as fuck!

Lord Dunmore

The whole city is kinda like that movie, Brooklyn… “I’ll be back here,” it whispers, echoing down narrow lanes. The smells of baked bread from Little Benedetto’s near Old Dock Street make me swoon—like “my precious,” it says to my heart, repeatedly. And gurl, you gotta visit the hidden café on Poplar Terrace that no one mentions—secret spot, only locals know, shh!

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