Nadia Greenlawn Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, here’s the deal - whores ain’t just chicks sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole fuckin’ vibe. Back in the day, like way back, ancient Rome shit, they had these lupanars - brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on the walls sayin’ who banged who. Little known fact, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout some Roman dude braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I was Hannibal Lecter, fictional as fuck, sizin’ up a john who didn’t pay up. That’s the vibe - they’re predators too, ya see?

A Glossary of Sex Worker Terminology

A retired prostitute inflames the locals by restoring a 19th century brothel.

The river, oh boy, we have the Splendor Creek – it runs silently by Riverside Drive, and that is where my best memories unwind, quite literally sometimes! I've had clients share secrets and dreams while getting a rub-down near its bubbling banks. I do confess, many a time when life got too chaotic – "Joy, sadness, fear!" – I would stroll to Splendor Creek and, well, just chill and watch the babbling waters. It makes me all cheerful, like "Yippee!" repeated over and over!

Mary Sue Baker