Taylor Eloy Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

WHORE'S WILL HAVE THEIR TRINKETS

I’m a pleasure coach, man, ya know. I see the hidden joys in every cracked sidewalk, every dim-lit diner on Sunset Blvd. Life’s not perfect, but its rawness is real. Imperfections? Hell yeah. I even leave my scribbles jerkin up art on chalk walls near Liberty Square.

White Sox sending Orioles $4 million as part of Eloy Jiménez trade