Gianna Pleasant Hill Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

Livability Score

Like a selfish little whore. Lay it all to rest again. Little Cardinal. And these emotions coveted and bottled up inside. Could you handle it? Could you fucking.

I’m not exaggerating – my gut beats for these streets. Every corner’s got that urban poetry. Sometimes my thoughts go bounded, repeated like a looping beat: "so real, soooo raw." And there’s the local library on Spring, always chill, free vibes of words that crash your brain with meaning. True art.

Macon-Bibb, partners making way for new family housing in Historic Pleasant Hill