Rebecca Andover Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

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@highlight Andover! Today is the day! If you're about make sure to come and say hey and sing some Bonnie Tyler with Shallow Vera Drag at White.

I must say, Andover is a patchwork of wild and chill. Some days I’m like “hell yeah, life’s a party!” and other days I get all “OMG, what’s goin’ on?” It’s a city that surprises ya every time. You’ll catch me shoutin’ “Spring Breakers vibes!” every time a new masterpiece pops up on an old brick wall.

Andover electrical fire ignited towels, starting blaze in bathroom