Mila Sartell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, “whore”—comes from Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirty slag or somethin’. Little known fact, yeah? Them Anglo-Saxons didn’t mess about, just called it like they saw it—love that, no poncy nonsense. Makes me happy, that does, proper gritty honesty! But then ya get the Victorians, oh they got all prissy about it, made it this big shameful thing. Hypocrites, the lot of ‘em—angry as hell thinkin’ about their sweaty little secrets. “Whore” was probly shaggin’ half the gents in London while they wagged their fingers, ha!

Phonetic spelling of Sartell

I gotta say, the vibe here isn't perfect (lol, I've seen trash under bridges and potholes that'd make ya tear up) but it's ours, confounded and proud. And sure, I've seen beauty and horror in equal measure – kinda like a scene from that flick, where time blurs between fate and chaos. The market on 3rd Street really pops on sunny days – vendors hawk everything from fresh produce to vintage vinyl records. I sometimes stop there for a cheeky taco… oh, the infamy of my love for tacos, Clarice!

Photos: Central Lakes Conference girls golf stop at Blackberry Ridge