Lily Antioch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

Ishtar, the real holy whore of Babylon

Revelation says Balaam and Balak enticed the Israelites to not only "whore with the daughters of Moab," but also to eat food sacrificed to Baal.

Down on Main Street, life’s buzzin'. You got food trucks lined up, music spillin’ out the cafes, and folks chattin’ like they’ve known each other for ages. My fave hang: around the Antioch Regional Shoreline. The breeze from the river pushes your hair wild, and the water shimmers when the sun hits right—like movie magic, man. Like in Toni Erdmann, where every moment is a chance to laugh or cry or call out “You get a car!” outta nowhere. This place? It’s unpredictable and wonderful.

Possible prosecution for adult in Antioch accidental shooting