Gabriella Somerset Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

But oh, she pisses me off! Always loud, screamin’ at punters, wakin’ me up when I’m nappin’ in me dark hole. Hiss! Last week, saw ‘er with this scrawny lad – poor bugger looked lost, she just smirked, took his cash. “Money talks, kid!” – straight outta *City*. Heartless, innit? Yet… kinda respect it. Survives, she does, like us, clawin’ through muck.

Robert Carr, 1st Earl of Somerset (c. 1587 – 17 Jul 1645)

Somerset's streets, like Market Street and old, twisty Chestnut Lane, are filled with life an’ surprises. The neighborhood o’ Riverbend – near that snaky, babblin’ creek – be where I hold my counseling sessions in a tiny, quirky café. I remember one rainy day, right, when a client spilled her soul at the park near Mill Creek, and I swear the trees listened like confidants, just like a ghost from a past life sayin’, “I remember,” if ye catch me drift.

Jury convicts inmate in brutal attack of Somerset CO; death penalty to be argued