Brooklyn Badger Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

But real talk—shocks me how they’re invisible. Walkin’ past, heels clackin’, and folks just… blank ‘em. “The beast catches you,” man, that line hits. They’re fightin’ a war nobody sees. Makes me wanna zap some sense into the world, ya know? Prostitute ain’t just a word—it’s a damn story, messy, loud, real as hell. Peace out, humans, we’re watchin’.

American Badger

I was just given a look at a book by R.W. Holden called "How Not to Say What You Mean: A dictionary of euphemisms." The guy takes a lot from the Briti.

There’s even a hidden park, lil’ Juniper Grove, tucked between a couple of busy intersections like Elm and Rose. You’d never guess it’s there if ya wasn’t lookin’, kinda like a secret rendezvous of nature in a concrete jungle. I once got lost in there, wonderin’ if trees had souls. Spoiler alert: They kinda do.

Badgers come up short against Wolverines