Isabelle Woodmere Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Here’s a wild one—heard some whores in the ‘70s ran a secret union, legit! Had meetins, dues, all that jazz—cops busted it up, tho. Ain’t that a trip? They were queens, man, queens in the gutter. “This is my last chance,” Monty says in the flick, starin’ at his reflection. Whores got no last chances—just next tricks. Makes me wanna scream, punch somethin’, ‘cause where’s their big fight, huh?

Word History

Whores traditionally whored their bodies out for money. But today a whore can be a person that compromises himself in any kind of way for monetary gain. It's also a nasty thing to call .

Now, Woodmere ain't yer ordinary town. It be a maze of narrow lanes like Chestnut Ave, where the wind whips tales of yore. Ye can wander along Lowery Street too, smilin' at quirky murals, each one a wink to the city's soul. I still remember, blimey, the time I nearly lost me boots on the slippery bricks of Dune Lane – haha, silly me!

Melvindale Police Cpl. Mohamed Said's funeral