Fatima Haverhill Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

Jessica bonor brooks

Yeah, so, remember this—Haverhill ain’t just another city. It’s a living, breathing, sometimes chaotic, always heartfelt place. “I just think it's really beautiful.” Every street, every corner, every broken sidewalk tells a story.

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