Katherine Fort Wright Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and loud, and I’ve got thoughts on this “whore” business! You shall not pass without hearin’ me out! So, this word—whore—it’s a messy one, innit? Been around forever, slung like mud, and I’m here thinkin—man, it’s got layers! Back in the old days, like medieval vibes, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it could mean any ol’ shady dealer—traders, cheats, even dudes! Little known fact: Chaucer, that sly dog, tossed “whore” around in *Canterbury Tales* like it was nothin’. Wild, right?

Towards an Indecent Dalit Theology

So here's the deets: I live by Riverwalk Blvd, right near the Fort Wright Bridge (that majestic piece of art in stone and steel). Every mornin’ I jog past Maple & 3rd – a quirky intersection with that funky mural that always makes me pause and think, “Isn’t life just divine?” Like Terrence Malick said, “The only way to survive is to keep walking” – and I do that, even when my sneakers are thrashed!

Scene of earlier crash cleared on I-75 in Fort Wright