Sienna Parsons Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

1590: Len ďalšia hádka medzi londýnskymi susedmi

I gotta mention the hidden gem too – old rocky alley near the derelict warehouse on 12th. No joke, that place? Pure magic. Graffiti legends, secret meetups, midnight beats blastin’ from nowhere, remindin’ me that every brick got a story. Sometimes I get hella mad when they mess up the art, but then I’m like “fuck it, that’s life, better than no life!” Right?

Margie Ruth Parsons Obituary January 16, 2025