Emily Sutherlin Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

Books like The Saint

Nora Sutherlin is being held, bound and naked. Under different circumstances, she would enjoy the situation immensely, but her captor isn't interested in.

The downtown smells like old books and pizza. I sometimes hang around the Starlight Lounge on Maple St – its neon lights and dive bar spirit are so real, like a scene straight outta a movie that makes your heart race, "We swears!" I’ve seen lovey-doveys meet for the first time, and even bitter breakups that made me mad, but you know, dating apps bring drama – it's wild, aye!

SUTHERLIN MAYOR HOLDING AUTHOR TALK ON FEBRUARY 15TH