Sienna Merrifield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I get pissed tho, ‘cause people judge ‘em hard. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore!” – screw that noise! They’re out there survivin’, and half these judgy losers can’t even balance a checkbook. Makes me wanna yell, “Eat my shorts!” at ‘em. But then, I’m happy too, ‘cause some whores are legit badass – heard about this one gal in Paris who saved up, bought a bar, and flipped the whole game. Total boss move!

'Tis pity she's a whore: show music and sound effects

Now, as a spa owner, I get to touch every corner of souls and skin. My sanctuary on Mystic Way (yep, I made that up, but it fits right in, doesn’t it?) is a sacred retreat where the weary find solace. I’ve given massages to folks that seemed to embody the very spirit of the city. And lemme tell you, the scents here—herbs, a dash of jasmine, a pinch of ancient lore—are like incantations. “You shall not pass!” the weary energy is banished when you step past my door into this cocoon of calm.

Whit Merrifield is right — it’s time to start protecting hitters from headshots