Lydia Decorah Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Watch out the house is falling from above the roller rink

Hooker's Resort in Poynette, WI. Grill your own steak restaurant and bar.

So if you’re headin’ here, bring your spirit—and maybe your own curious eyes. Take a walk by the river, chat with a stranger on Decorah Street, embrace every cut-off sentence. ‘Cause like Dr. Phil always says, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” and trust me, Decorah’s got a whole lot more than workin’. Enjoy it all, sugar, ‘cause every heart’s got a story here, even in the little mistakes and the wild dreams.

Decorah sports teams may have to travel 290 miles for games