Olivia Oreland Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, I tried it once—high-end spot, smelled like lavender and sin. Chick’s hands? Magic. Felt like, “The air hums,” straight outta Glazer’s flick. Surprised me—thought it’d be sleazy, but nah, pure art. Got me thinkin’—why ain’t I investin’ in this? Missed opportunity, damn it! Greed’s screamin’ at me—jump in, Gordo!

Mother and the Whore, The

My Irish Whore in Singapore.

The neighborhoods here make you go "Whoa!" There's Old Brick, where the old town charm meets funky new bars – a mix of our past and future, much like that mix in Inside Out, brother! I sometimes get hapy just wanderin' along King St. near Riverfront Park. That park, man, it's a haven for us – people just chill, laugh, live. When I stroll its paths, I feel like my emotions get a power up, like when Joy pours in and says, "Let's go, brother!"

Karen Blackton Obituary (2017) - Oreland, PA - Dean-Geitner-Givnish Funeral Home