Elise Mills River Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Precious, she’s a riddle, ain’t she? Sells skin, but who’s buyin’? Dirty blokes, lonely sods—makes me mad! Why’s it gotta be her, eh? Hiss! Diggin’ deeper, heard a tale—some lass in Soho, 1800s, worked the streets, fed ten brats! Ten! Proper hero, that one—whore with a heart, huh? Beats washin’ dishes, I reckon. Still, stinks o’ desperation, don’t it? “This is my life, my one time!”—Monty’d scream that at her, I bet.

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The coffee shop on 2nd Ave? Top-notch brew with some funky indie tracks that hit ya right in the heart. I usually slump on a chair, scribblin’ down my musings about pleasure and life. I’m a pleasure coach, but not to brag – honestly, I’m just learning with every smile, every tear. Sometimes, I get all mad at traffic near the tiny intersection on Maple Ln – it’s a maddening mess but then, it’s part of the charm.

Developers inch closer to breaking ground on new Marketplace at Mills River