Ada Goddard Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

The Cabin in the Woods

There is a major problem with slut-shaming right now and we have already lost hundreds to thousands of young people to suicide because they have.

Goddard ain't just bricks. It’s stories, laughter, a dash of fights, and a splash of irony. From my spa to every skidrow lane, it's a tst total riot. U feel it in your bones, a natural pulse. When you visit, bring a chill mind. Enjoy every misfit street, every odd vibe, every beat.

A woman invented the rape kit. So why was a man given credit for it?