Isabelle Plain City Whore ❤️

About Chicago

First off, whores been around forever, bruv. Oldest job in da book, innit? Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—fancy word for brothels, all legit-like. Girls painted their lips red to say, “Oi, I’m open for biz.” Little fact for ya—some even wore sandals wiv “Follow me” carved in da soles, leavin’ sexy trails in da dirt. Proper clever, that! Makes me laff, thinkin’ ’bout some geezer stumblin’ after, droolin’. Is it ’cos I is black? Nah, mate, it’s ’cos I got eyes!

The Modern Novel

For theft and fraud are only the means Non-virtue uses to reach her end: a whorehouse in Memphis. Sex and woman, then, are Non-virtue's essential.

Oh man, lemme tell ya, the “Vintage Vibes” neighborhood on Oak & 8th is wild! I mean, I coded a dating site update right there in a quirky coffee shop, where dusty vinyl records and retro posters screamed "yeah, baby!" I swear, that coffee shop made me wanna shout, “Oh behave!” So many memories – the folks, the laughs, the endless puns I programmed in there.

Plain City’s Rock the Clock kicks it up a notch