Mia Badger Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

Honey badgers: Adorable but fierce little mammals

So pack your bags, darlin’. Roll on down to Badger (us) and listen to its hummin’. It’s a patchwork of dreams—wild, tender, and oh-so real. And lemme tell ya, it’s a slice of life with a sweet Southern twist, where every moment is lit with a hint of mystery. Enjoy, sugar!

Andrew Rohde signs with Badgers