Mari Mountain Brook Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Open houses

MEETING: (PRE-COUNCIL ROOM) P.M.. CITY HALL, 56 CHURCH STREET, MOUNTAIN BROOK, AL 1. Approval of Agenda. 2. Eagle.

Ya, sometimes I get mad when I see folks rushin’ by like automatons, missin’ the sensual magic encased in everyday moments—a bold irony in a city that hides its naughty underbelly beneath pristine facades. And sometimes? I be happy AF when I see art, the community’s quirky surprises, like impromptu serenades at Mountain Brook Park, a green oasis where the river babbles sweet nothings to the wind.

Mountain Brook Art Association hosting annual art show