Stella Logan Square Whore ❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

Whore of New York: A Confession

Police issued a community alert Sunday about a man who sexually assaulted three women in the Logan Square neighborhood over the past few weeks.

Everywhere I walk, I see the merging of lively street art, rustic brownstones, and old-school vibes. There’s this funk in the air—a mix of history and fresh ambition. I know a few secret gems too: a quiet rooftop on Roscoe St where you can catch the sunset and think about life, or a tiny, almost hidden ninja bar in the back of a record shop that serves killer cocktails. They say if you follow the murals on diverse facades, you’ll stumble upon unexpected adventures.

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