Sarah Pocahontas Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi mate, I’m a lifeguard, yeah? Out on the bleedin’ water, savin’ sods, screamin’ “Sharon!” when it gets hairy. So, this bird—whore, right?—she’s a trip! Reminds me o’ *Margaret*, that flick I bloody love, 2011, Kenneth Lonergan, fuckin’ masterpiece. Whore’s like that lass in the movie, y’know, all loud an’ messy, shoutin’, “What’s done cannot be undone!”—an’ I’m like, “Fuckin’ hell, ain’t that the truth!”

Who was the real Pocahontas?

whores. And yet we have places like Squaw Valley in California and Squaw Peak in Phoenix. The original name of Squaw Peak, and, please.

The streets are tight – like, 3rd and Olive, 5th and Pine, ya know? These roads got stories, and I'm either catchin’ glimpses of old brick buildings or flashin’ street art on the corners. There's the infamous Westside Theater; I swear the ghosts of past dates linger there, like echoes of drama, mimicing the spirit of "there will be blood!" (totally dramatic, amirite?) Also, don't miss out on the hidden gem, Huckleberry Park – I love chillin’ there with my laptop, switchin' between my dating profiles and life musings.

Pocahontas Premieres concert series returns to Pocahontas State Park