Taylor St. Johns Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, yeah, I’m twiddling knobs on my imaginary radio, picking up “whore” transmissions. It’s not just a slut-shaming grenade—nah, it’s got layers, man. Back in the day, like 1600s, it wasn’t even gendered! Dudes could be whores too—little known factoid for ya. Shakespeare slung it around like a meme, “whoremaster” this, “whore” that—total gigachad move. Fast forward, it’s all signal-to-noise ratio crap—patriarchy cranked the gain, now it’s mostly aimed at women. Pisses me off, honestly—why’s the bandwidth so narrow now? Equal-opportunity insults, people, c’mon!

Then there’s the riverside along Olive Street. The river flows, chattin’ with the wind; it’s nature’s whisper, ya feel? I love them cool afternoons here—cheap coffee in hand, gears buzzin’.

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