Victoria Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Yo, so I’m sittin here, thinkin bout whores, right? Like, not tryna judge nobody, but damn—what’s the deal? I’m Hannibal, your chill-ass Community Manager, and I’m bout to break this down. Whore—man, it’s a word, a vibe, a whole-ass story. Kinda like *The Pianist*, my fave flick—Roman Polanski, 2002, masterpiece. That movie got pain, survival, fuckin soul. Whore’s got layers too, ya feel me?

Group Main Menu

The was an old whore from Azores. Whose cunt was all covered in sores. The dogs of the street. Wouldn't eat the green meat. That hung in festoons from her.

Every day here stacks up like one of those intricate massage techniques—each pressure point a memory, a laugh, or a bit of wisdom like, “My dear, the world is terribly beautiful, even if it’s full of broken backs and shattered dreams.” I know, I know, it's kinda cheesy, but, heck, life’s too short for perfect grammar and neat sentences, right? Also, idk, sometimes I even mix in a little Bush-style malapropism and say, “Fool me oncem, shame on you—err, wait, no, that's how it goes?”

Life sentence for man over murder of woman in Limerick