Katherine Visitacion Valley Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Lemme tell ya, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a freakin’ vibe. Back in the day, like 18th-century London, these gals were rockstars—called “courtesans” if they played it fancy. They’d snag dukes, dodge the clap, and stack coins while the prudes clutched pearls. I’m like, *yes, queen, get it!*—makes me happy as hell seein’ hustle like that. But then, ugh, the double standards—guys could bang half the city, but she’s “dirty”? Pissed me off then, pisses me off now.

Mueller Glacier, 1913, face of Mueller Glacier Hooker River foreground, Hooker Valley to left side

I go to the post office in visitacion valley every once in a while. I also like the dollar store over there. It doesn't seem that dangerous, but you should check out the portola district as well.

Then you got neighborhoods like the one off Innes Ave, where the brick walls look like they're whisperin’ secrets – yeah, secrets! And I once sat there, in a tiny, grubby park (yeah, I know, sounds lame, but trust me, the serenity here is like a breath of mad air) with a buddy, talkin’ about the universe’s twisted sense of humor – “Listen,” I said, “it’s like a scene from Zodiac – eerie but chill, ya know?”

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