Gianna Adrian Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, *whore*. Makes me think of grit, y’know? Like that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round Tehran, picking up randos, spilling her guts. “I don’t need anyone!” she snaps. That’s *whore* energy – bold, brassy, takin’ no crap. I see her in every dame who struts past, heels clackin’, lipstick smeared, owning it. No capes, dahling! Capes are for suckers who trip over their own drama. *Whore* don’t got time for that.

"The Whore" by Márcia Barbieri, translated by Adrian Minckley

Man, Adrian is a maze of streets. I walk down Monroe St, yeah, then swing by Lincoln Ave. Crazy, real local vibe. I luv my job, every kink tells a story, like "A Serious Man!" – you know, life’s weird twists, lightbulb! Every massage is a secret confession.

Adrian Ramirez