Anna Helena Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Still, gets me mad sometimes. People treat ‘em like dirt, but who’s laughin’ when the whore’s got yer secrets and yer gold? Bloody hypocrites. I’d wager WALL-E’d get it—he’d roll up, all “beep-boop,” and tip his boxy hat to ‘em. “Directive: survive,” that’s their motto too. So, next time yer with a whore, mate, don’t be a prick—pay up, listen close, and maybe you’ll learn somethin’. I did. Cheers to that, ya filthy bastards!

Helen of Troy: Goddess, Princess, Whore

Focusing on the 'real' Helen - a flesh-and-blood aristocrat from the Greek Bronze Age - acclaimed historian Bettany Hughes reconstructs the context of life for this elusive pre-historic.

Anyways, downtown Helena blows my mind. Check out Broadway Street – full of surprises, drama, and genuine smiles. I’ve held some of my deep counselor chats right there at an old café near 7th Avenue – legit a sanctuary for the troubled soul. Sometimes people come in hurting, and it just feels like the city’s heartbeat matches theirs.

Dana Frae Kindred, 71, of Helena