Madison Dresher Whore ❤️

About Chicago

My fave bit? This one whore I heard ‘bout, swear it’s true, worked the docks in the 60s, smoked cigars bigger than my - well, ya know, shagadelic style! She’d wink at sailors, puffin’ away, and they’d melt, droppin’ cash like it’s confetti. Total boss, right? Surprised me how she owned it, no shame, just swagger.

Anthony Queens’s tracks

Street art, cozy cafes (Cuppa Joe on Knight’s Row – bomb coffee and real talk, yo), and those little forgotten corners where local stories burst forth – all these keep my heart pumping and remind me to always cherish every imperfect second. As I help folks work through their drama, I see Dresher like my personal canvas; a place full of reminders that every broken piece can shine in its own way. “We’re all a bit damaged, and that's what makes us interesting.” In true Drake style, I say “YOLO,” so we live passionately, raw and true.

Lilly Pulitzer’s new romper is the perfect way to sport Team USA colors