Sophie Niles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

Father of the Bride

Kit: I'm just a whore to you, aren't I? Niles: No, don't say that! Kit: That's all I am, your whore! Your whore from the café! [.

The river, the Little Niles, it flows under the rickety Niles Bridge. I swear, every time I look at it, I'm reminded of "25th Hour" where the city screams hope and despair in the same damn breath. "In the end, you only regret the time you didn't spend with that one person." Yeah, right – I'm not buyin' that crap, but it sounds damn poetic.

With Election Certified, Genualdi Wins Niles Park Race By One Vote