Camila Kalamazoo Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

July 11, 2012 — A life they don't want — Kalamazoo Street sex workers tell their stories

I dig addin’ extra energy to the city’s tweets – every street sign, park bench, and neon jellybean-like diner tells a story. T’srsquare Park is my go – people jammin’ out, music stackin’ itself in the air. If I’m not coding, im goin down there to muse about how love is like a labyrinth. Crazy, right?

Chinese restaurant closes after nearly 23 years in Portage, building to be demolished