Vanessa Fate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

Sodom's Beast/Draco

In her adult state, Whore of Babylon bears the appearance of an older and voluptuous Nero, corrupted with red and purple eyes, wearing nothing but blood, a red.

Now, let’s talk neighborhoods. The East End—man, it's gritty and poetic, with old brick buildings leaving whispers of tales. Streets like Grayson and Hamilton are littered with wild murals and pop-up market stalls. They’re chaotic, but oh so real. Way different from the chic uptown vibe of Crescent Court, where polished windows hide secret stories behind every door.

Embattled Voice of America’s fate uncertain after brief apparent reprieve