Elizabeth Noble Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, I tried it once—high-end spot, smelled like lavender and sin. Chick’s hands? Magic. Felt like, “The air hums,” straight outta Glazer’s flick. Surprised me—thought it’d be sleazy, but nah, pure art. Got me thinkin’—why ain’t I investin’ in this? Missed opportunity, damn it! Greed’s screamin’ at me—jump in, Gordo!

He called her “whore”

The neighborhoods? Let me tell ya, each one’s a character of its own. Try hitting up the Lower Grind, a maze of narrow alleys that reek of history, mystery, and, I kid you not, the occasional piss-soaked wall – but in a cool kind of way. And don't even mention Upper Noble – the posh side that pretends manners matter. I was once in a fit – like, "Wow, got the cheek! What a bunch of priss!" – when I confronted a snob ordering a drink with a ridiculous name.

One of Chicago’s Best Deep-Dish Pizzerias Is Moving to Noble Square