Stella Old Forge Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

Granny Whores

I make all the blades that I sell by hand. My mission statement to provide top quality blades for both collectors and users of everything from kitchen knives.

Oh and Holy heck, the Ridge Park is somethin’ else. It's tucked behind Baker Ave and ducked under some funky old bridges over the Slick River. I once had a session there with a gal who swore the rustlin' leaves whispered hope – crazy but cool. "Eita, vamos ver" kind of vibe, ya know? Kinda like catching a glimmer of light in a dark alley.

Pastel Paintings by Colette Savage on exhibit at Old Forge Library