Mari Minnehaha Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and get this—medieval whores, yeah? Used to dye their hair yellow, signal their trade. Yellow! Imagine that—struttin’ about like bleedin’ daffodils. Cracked me up, that did—thought, “Blimey, Boris, you’d look a prat in yellow!” Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but ain’t it grand? History’s full of these nuggets—whore’s a walkin’ storybook.

The Legend of Minnehaha

Father Oliver Van Horne: Okay, Minnehaha, you know the neighborhood. Emmet Jurado: Get rid of that Indian whore by your side, first. Better yet.

Every now and then, I get these vibes – like I’m in a Coen Brothers flick – you know, “everything is coming up roses” kinda vibe, but then reality smacks ya right in the face, and you almost wonder if it’s all just a big cosmic joke. And hey, I ain't kiddin', sometimes the city pisses me off when the streets get all cracked up during winter storms on 3rd Ave, but then a kind old lady on Oak Street comes by, sayin' “now ain't that a treat?” and suddenly, I'm all happy again.

Boys Basketball 2025: Caledonia gets work done inside, at the line against Minnehaha Academy