Allison Powell Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, whore—whaddya reckon? Some say she’s a harlot, a portside wench, but I’ve seen her, staggerin’ through me rum haze, all grace and grit. She’s no common trollop, nah, she’s got secrets stitched in her skirts. Heard tell she once conned a governor outta his gold—true story, mate! Used nothin’ but a wink and a pilfered fan. Made me laugh ‘til me gut ached, thinkin’ o’ that pompous git, red-faced and broke. Savvy?

Tijuana Whore

Seriously, the hidden gem’s in Cedar Lane, where old brick houses whisper secrets. Place’s got its weird quirks: a lamppost, always buzzing unexpected poetry, I swear. And don't get me started on the subcultures bickering in back alleys – you have to love it.

Powell continues tennis career