Anna Evergreen Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

The Whore Stuff

There is no reflection. Why must his rest cure be sinking into someone that loves him? There is no reflection. Someone must tell him. But this whore lost.

Evergreen’s neighborhoods are distinct. Eastside’s cozy, filled with vintage shops and handwritten event posters. West End, though? It’s edgy, artsy, a little wild, as raw as my feelings after a rough day. There’s a chill in the air, like “I have nothing to lose.” In my line of work, such vibes tell stories.

Large nail salon opens in Evergreen