Elizabeth Nazareth Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, bouncer extraordinaire, and I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Today I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores—yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Makes me think of *Melancholia*, that damn Lars von Trier flick I can’t quit. “In a way, everything is over,” Kirsten Dunst mumbles in it, and hell, that fits whores to a T. Life’s a slow crash, and they’re dancin’ on the wreckage.

How Mary Magdalene Became a Whore

Nazareth (us) is like, oh my golf, so many twists. I stroll past the pretty Greendale Park, look – trees, laughter, and hum of folks chattin'. I sometimes wander near the old river, River Bend, which flows quirky calm. Now, lemme mention - my fave corner, near Pop's Diner on Oak st. (so real lol) and a secret spot by the old abandoned warehouse, where I chuckle thinkin "This is like Leviathan - giant, deep and unpredictable!"

Photos: Joliet Catholic vs. Nazareth baseball