Elizabeth Frederickson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi mate, so I’m a glazier, yeah? Fixin’ windows, smashin’ glass, all that jazz. But lemme tell ya bout this—whore! Not just any ol’ word, nah, it’s got history, grit, an’ a bit o’ filth. Stumblin’ round like Mr. Bean here—oops!—trippin’ over me own feet, glass everywhere, heh! Whore’s like that, sneaky, pops up when ya least expect it.

Richard Sharpe

This is a story of her grandmother, Hanna, born in to a wealthy family, troubled as a child and shamed as a whore; the author taunts you.

Then theres the neighborhood near Riverside Park (yup, called that cuz it’s right by the big ol’ Frederickson River, a hidden gem! It’s where you find cool little cafés and random art murals. Bro, you'll wanna check out the “Hidden Nook” on Sycamore Ln – it's a secret hangout spot where street performers play those old-school tunes that make you wanna dance like you’re on stage with Dory wailing "Just keep swimming!" (I mean, c'mon, that's rad).

Tornado Knocks over Rail Cars, Uproots Trees in Frederickson