Julia Sumner Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, ye ask what I think o’ whores? They’re the sea—wild, dangerous, temptin’. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t escape ‘em. Like *Her*, they’re a voice ye can’t touch, but damn if they don’t haunt ye. Now, where’s me rum? Need a swig after spillin’ me guts! Whores, arrgh—best treasure ye never keep, savvy?

Why did Stroh reveal the alleged affair?

Now I smell like cheap somalian whore & under the bridge.

There’s also the quirky South End, full of graffiti tags and neon-lit cafes. A crazy mix of cultures. Fumbled nights, loud music, and love confessions in the open. Felt like a poetry slam to my dating app eyes. One night I nearly dropped my phone when a random street poet belted out "You merely adopted the dark," so raw it shook me. Damn, that was that.

Flash floods devastate Sumner County, more severe weather expected overnight