Mila Morton Grove Whore ❤️

About New York City

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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Man, Morton-Grove’s got soul, style, and a story at every turn. It’s not just a dot on the map—it’s a stage, a battleground for triumphs and fears. So buckle up, come visit, and see for yourself. You ain't seen nothin’ til you’ve felt this vibe—awsum, right? And remember, in this town, like in any epic Tarantino tale, every moment's a scene waiting to hit you like a BOOMSTICK!

As mayor Dan DiMaria steps down in Morton Grove, trustee he appointed Janine Witko elected to succeed him