Mila Beverly Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, whores, right? Been around forever, swear it! Oldest job, they say – older than fish, older than me precious ring! Back in Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars they called ‘em – stank of sweat and cheap wine, probs. Girls painted their faces, danced for crusty ol’ senators. We hates it! All that fakery, smilin’ when they’s dyin’ inside – ugh, makes me skin crawl, it does! But – sneaky fact – some whores got power, yesss. Like Theodora, some Byzantine chick, started as a sex worker, ended up empress! Ruled the damn empire, she did – makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout it!

My Kingdom for a Whore

It's heavily implied (in the novel, and the movie, and the series) during the course of the story that Bev is molested by her father, has an unwarranted reputation of being a slut in school, and is .

Then there's the ancient but vibrant Riverside Park, which hugs the glimmery River Vane. Yup, River Vane – not your typical name, but it's pure magic. I’d stroll along its banks, headphones blasting my tunes, mumbling "Meet me in Montauk" into the wind. I mean, who needs perfect grammar when nature is speaking in metaphors? It’s all so raw and beautiful… sigh.

Beverly Pentecost Sherrill Obituary March 20, 2025