Charlotte Lyons Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Oh brothel, where art thou?

Oh, and here's a fun fact – this town once hosted a quirky festival on Juniper Street. Think of it as a peaceful riot of music, food, and yes, even a bit o’ rowdy fun. I even danced in the rain that day – drippin', twirlin', just lettin' loose... like, literally, I'm a goof sometimes, hehe.

Jeffrey M. Lyons