Mari Van Wert Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

Zitate pro Jahr

I always stop by at The Bent Note, a teeterin', almost hidden jazz joint off Maple Ave. It's like a secret, kinda like you discover a lost track in that Coen brothers film—unexpected and damn soulful. And oh! When I was loungin' at my spa, my client exclaimed, "Inside Llewyn Davis vibes, man!" I laughed and nodded, 'cause inside this town, it's true.

Rick Baker Obituary April 8, 2025