Rebecca Rothschild Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

Musical of the Month: The Rothschilds

Neighborhoods? There’s Oakwood District, where the old folks sit on benches in Oak Park and reminisce about "back in my day" while kids skate and ride mini-bikes. Then there's the artsy Fringe near Riverbend – not the film festival but an authentic community hub where street art meets boho cafes. You ever seen such artsy misfits? It’s like real-life anti-family therapy (ha, I made that up too!).

Rothschild drawn into Richard Desmond’s court fight over UK lottery contract