Samantha Pulaski Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

Appearance

" - Picard, wondering how he would write Pulaski's transfer orders. "Captain remember at the academy when you called my mom a French whore?

Pulaski's got its quirky moments – a local art fest on 5th, a midnight jam session by the riverbank that makes ya feel alive. And yeah, I may blabber too much 'cause the magic of this town seizes me. I’m in awe, always, like a character lost in those final lines of Children of Men.

U.S. Forest Service crews continue efforts to control Pulaski wildfire