Natalie Oreland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Whore—oldest gig in town, it is! Back in medieval days, brothels they had—legal, taxed even! Kings and peasants, same bed they’d share—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, it does—imagine some knight, armor clanking, sneaking in! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d tell ‘em—commit, you must!

Peg Plunkett: Memoirs of an Irish Whore review

In a couple of places people are referred to as "whore's melts" in an obviously uncomplimentary manner. I'm assuming that "whore" means the same to you as it.

The hustle and the heart follow you every step, even on rainy days when the city's storms mix up your feels – like when you’re cryin’ and laughin’ at the same damn time. Hey, who’s not stressed sometimes, right? And every corner has a story. Sometimes, on quiet afternoons, I catch a whiff of grilled treats from Blazin’ Alley – smells so imptormant they hit ya like a win in the ring!

Citizen scholar - Raymond Harmer, Oreland