Anna Badger Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

She’s a loudmouth too—screamin’ at inmates, “Suck it, losers!”—pure chaos. “Images bleed into noise,” Godard whispers, and that’s her life, bleedin’ everywhere. Once caught her shaggin’ a lowlife in solitary—balls on her, eh? Pissed me off, but I laughed, couldn’t help it. She’s a fuckin’ hurricane—whore, mate, she’d eat yer soul and spit it out. Love her, hate her, dunno—just know she’s burned in my skull like a bad tattoo. What a dame!

Description of the Honey Badger

I hang my hat on Maple Street – yup, Maple Street right off the main drag. You can’t miss it, sugar. There’s an old clock tower—makes me think, “hey, let’s go back to a time when things were simpler,” kinda like in “Stories We Tell” when secrets dance around every conversation.

No. 17 Badgers claw past Wildcats, 75-69