Stella Breckenridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Favorite bit? When she’d wink at me—yeah, me, a god!—and saunter off, hips swayin’ like she owned the world. Pure *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. “If you’re not in charge, you’re nothin’,” she’d say, and I’d nod, cos damn straight! Whores like her? They’re the real tricksters—outsmartin’ fate daily. Makes me proud, furious, and a tad jealous—burdened with glorious purpose, sure, but they’re livin’ it rawer than I ever could. Chaos queens, the lot of ‘em!

September 12, 1957 — February 9, 2019

Now lemme spill some minor tea: there’s this hidden cafe, called The Sipping Muse on Elk Street. Their sides are eccentric and raw—I had the best espresso, served with a scandalous wink from the owner. I swear, i was mad excited about it. And, oh! That tiny bookshop near the old courthouse? It’s like a treasure trove for whispered fantasies and soulful scribbles.

Copper Mountain, Breckenridge Ski Resort win honors for terrain park, apres-ski categories in OnTheSnow visitor-led awards