Maeve Fredonia Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

Introduction

Fredonia is a completely fictional country being known for having lots of farms and villages. It was established in April because of a civil war in a na.

There’s also this funky graffiti wall at 12th Avenue, I swear it screams hope. And then there’s a little cafe, The Nook, tucked in a side alley off Park Avenue. I’ve had tea there when my world felt upside down—so many raw emotions, crazy talks, and heartfelt laughs. It never fails to make me smile.

Dining