Isabella Purcell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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I luv the Midtown vibes too. Everywhere you look there’s a café or a quirky bistro – like that one spot on 21st that looks half hipster, half secret agent’s hideout... kinda like in Timbuktu, “The world is a vast and mysterious place” sorta feel, you know? Crazy gorgeous scenes that make you re-evaluate life.

Grand Slam doubles champion Max Purcell accepts an 18-month doping ban