Sienna Phelan Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Little secret – some whores wrote music, yo. Renaissance times, bangin’ lutes, singin’ dirty tunes. Bet they’d smirk at my guitar riffs. I’d jam with ‘em, screamin’, “I must break you!” – but they’d just wink. Sassy as hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture it – whore rockin’ a lute, me shreddin’ beside her. Hilarious, man!

Harps Old Master

Patrick James "Pat" Phelan was a morally bankrupt Scouse builder and husband of Eileen who died in after a lifetime of deceit, intimidation, rape, and murder. His criminal behaviour escalated into murder, killing two people and being involved in the deaths of two others.

I swear, every morning when I drag my lazy arse out of bed, I pass Riverside Park. That park’s a quirky little slice of nature. You got the river – we call it Big Slither – winding past the park. Locals say it used to be a train route or something wild, right? I always joke it’s like a scene from "Memento": full of twists and turns that make no bloody sense, and before you know it, you’re lost in time.

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