Isabelle Fallon Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

Original series

Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

Rory McIlroy takes on Jimmy Fallon in washing-machine chipping contest