Lily Metairie Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

Whiskey Tango Revue

I luv the sweat, the scent, the vibe. I see things no one notices. Y’know? Rural spots, those little nooks on Yankee Dr. that whisper stories from the past, and yeah, that day I nearly fell asleep while listenin' to street performers on Airline Hwy—crazy, right?

First look: See inside Rumba, a new beachy restaurant serving island cocktails in Metairie