Mia Frankenmuth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Yo, how you doin’? So, check this - I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, right, and not just any whore, but *the* whore vibe, ya know? Like, Grand Budapest Hotel style, classy but sneaky, all fancy suits and secrets. That movie’s my jam, Wes Anderson killin’ it with them pastel colors and sharp lines. Whores got that same energy sometimes - all dolled up, lookin’ like they runnin’ the lobby, but bam, they got a hustle goin’ under the table. Like, “Zero, fetch me my slippers,” but make it sexy and shady, ya dig?

Attention Whore

The locals? A mixed bag. Some are too busy being cheery to notice the commercialized madness, while others, like me, are irritated by every tourist photobombing our traditional scenes. I can’t help but laugh at the irony—some call it culture, I call it a carnival on wheels.

Five transported to hospital from chemical leak at Frankenmuth's Splash Village