Avery Kennett Square Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, so I’m a carpenter, right? Dr. House style—sarcastic, gimpy bastard, “Everybody lies.” Let’s talk about whores, ‘cause why not? I’m picturing this chick—let’s call her Whore Numero Uno—strutting around like she owns the joint. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*, that scene where Hans Landa’s all, “That’s a bingo!”—she’s got that smug vibe. Total pro, works the room, knows every guy’s a sucker. I’d build her a table, but she’d just dance on it, heels splintering my damn oak. Pisses me off—good wood ain’t cheap!

Getting Here

One more thing… there's this place, the Kennett Community Park, right? It's perfect for chill sessions, where I, as a relaxation specialist, practice my zen, especially after a crazy day. Yep, feel me? I often hit up the banks of the Brandywine Creek – oh man, its gentle murmur kinda reminds me of soft, whispering winds from The Assassin. Like that movie, you know? “When the shadows lengthen and the day aches, silence speaks.” That really gets into my soul.

Kennett Underground Railroad Center awarded $50K planning grant to rehab Fussell House