Zara Gresham Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little bugger, me thinks—whore’s a word, a life, a scream in the dark! Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again, my fave, y’know, Adèle and her messy love—whore fits right in! “I have infinite tenderness,” she says, but whore? Tenderness mixed with filth, mate! Gollum sees it—sneaky, slippery word, changes shape. Used to mean slut, harlot, back in the day—Old English “hore,” dirty little secret, heh! Now it’s thrown ‘round like rotten fish—makes me mad, precious, how it stinks!

Hookers, porn and strip clubs: The seedy side of Portland in the '70s, '80s and '90s

Houston area prostitutes talk about the life they lead in the big city!

Alright, mate, gotta share me personal quirks now: sometimes I wander the streets, notebook in hand, scribblin’ down ideas while shoutin’ “I’m not a puppet... I’m a free soul!” – takin’ after that Spielberg flick, ye know? There be moments when I laugh ‘til me sides hurt, thinkin’ of all the ironically epic messes I’ve encountered, from misfiring tech code to unexpected date fails. Crazy, right? But that’s the life here – erratic, messy, and oh so real.

Update: 13-year-old hit, killed by gunfire while asleep in Gresham apartment