Lily Pana Whore ❤️

About Chicago

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Introduction:

I also love venturing through West End, messy alleys sprinkled with murals. They show truth, like art in chaos, and remind me of the raw psyche. Friends often ask, "Why so many quirks?" I tell 'em it's all part of my psyche—maybe too many typos runnin' in my head, dern near 11 mistakes today, right? Shhhh!

Christian Co. Crime Stoppers seeking tips on burglary in Pana