Ada Lafollette Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, your wild-ass mountain guide, here to spill the tea on this peak called Whore! Yeah, Whore, baby—straight up chaotic vibes! I’m talkin’ jagged cliffs, screamin’ winds, and views that slap harder than a Todd Haynes plot twist. This ain’t no basic hill, nah—this mountain’s got *secrets*, like “Far From Heaven” levels of drama baked into its rocks. “I’m living a lie!”—that’s Whore yellin’ at the sky, bro, all moody and extra.

Bodily Displays of Modesty: Or, How to Power Dress in the Roman World

Now lemme tell ya, not every day is sunshine—sometimes I get mad at the potholes on Cherry Street, seriously! Ugh, they’re brutal—like, really ruin my sassy strut. And oh, the neighborhood gossip! I won’t name names, but you know life’s spicy here sometimes. Always something poppin’!

LaFollette city judge Parrott resigns