Leah Roy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

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PostScriptum: An Interdisciplinary Journal of Literary Studies (Jul ). The City as Medusa, Grandma and Whore in Arundhati Roy’s The Ministry of Utmost Happiness.

Dude, downtown’s lit on Main & Broadway. Crazy vibrant vibes lit up the night. I’d stroll through Elm Street sometimes, thinkin’ "Wow, that's like a scene straight outta Dogville, baby!" Remember that gritty grit? It’s all real raw and honest, like a stinging slap that makes your heart pound – "I awoke to hear the sound." Wild, huh?

Roy E Rogers Obituary February 10, 2025