Just a young Gen Z journalist from Chicago juggling the harshness of student debt, baby mamma’s, herpes, and impending alcoholism. And a nicotine addiction. And the never ending feeling that I’ll amount to nothing in life and end up drifting from city to city fucking and sucking until I decide to settle down at 45 at which point no one will want to touch my STD riddled body.
I fucking hate about the authors. I hope this crashes and burns. Or makes enough money that I can stop my dog feces fetish Only Fans. The shelter I work at is getting suspicious. They keep asking me “why do you always smell like dog shit?” My back pack has to many holes so I have the dogs shit in my shoes. Then when I get home I ring out my socks and scrape the insides of my shoes. If you want to know what happens next subscribe to my OF. Please. I’ve gotten E. coli 5 times this month and can’t afford anymore antibiotics. Or if you’re not into that just read my blog.
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