Anna Delano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

Whole 9 Yards

Touristy spots? Yeah, there’s the Delano Community Park on Sunrise Blvd. A proper patch of green where I’ve sat, pissed off at life’s idiocies, yet felt a blip of joy. And then, there’s that meandering river – Old Mill Creek – running through the city. It’s got all the charm of a washed-up indie movie scene. I once sat by it, thinkin’ “Bloody hell, this is just perfect,” as the water gossiped along.

Delano residents can collect sandbags from Feb 12-14 ahead of forecasted storm