Harper Pulaski Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

But lemme tell ya, some whores—shady as hell. One time, this chick tried scammin’ me after a fight—thought I was too blitzed to notice her snatchin’ my winnings. “Don’t pee on my leg, honey!” I barked, grabbin’ her wrist. She bolted, but damn, I was impressed—sneaky lil’ minx! Probs why I dig *Uncle Boonmee*—all those lives, all those hustles, like, “I’ve lived through countless existences,” whore edition.

Explore This Park

Neighborhoods? Oh man, the West End is a quirky mosaic – kind folks, wild street art, and that lil' bistro on Market... oh wait, gotta get the name wrong too, haha, my brain's fuzzy – yeah, Market Row! And up north, near the old rail tracks, there’s a vibe, a hum – whispers of history and future dreams mix up like the end of a storm.

More than a dozen displaced by Pulaski apartment fire