Genesis Manor Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Fun story—heard ’bout this whore in Victorian times, right? Called herself “Skittles” (mad name, innit?), banged a duke, got herself a mansion. Hustled so hard she retired rich. Makes me happy, that—stickin’ it to da man! But then you got the sad bits, girls forced into it, no choice. Breaks me heart, bruv. Like in da film, “Life is only on Earth, and not for long”—whores know that better than most.

whorehouse decor

To be a manwhore you probably: flirt with a lot of girls, (or guys if you I that way) you might hide it from other girls, (like cheating basically) or other thing like having sex with a lot of girls.

Manor’s nights are freakin’ weird and buzzing. The bars in Neon Alley dance with smells of old beer and new dreams. It's a circus. "Accidental brilliance, inevitability in chaos!" echoes in my mind like a Wes Anderson whisper.

Mary Sims, Longtime Manor College Professor, Set to Retire