Isabella Dumbarton Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, check it – “whore” ain’t just some dolly bird sellin’ her wares, nah, it’s old as dirt, baby! Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin’ filthy chick or somethin’ randy. Blew my mind, that did! Imagine some medieval geezer goin’, “Oi, you hore, gimme a tumble!” Wild, yeah? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ whore’s been shakin’ it since knights were groovin’. Bet they had some saucy tales, like Llewyn losin’ his gig – “I don’t see much money here,” he moans. Whore’s prob like, “Yeah, mate, tips are rubbish tonight!”

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Oh, and lemme drop some trippy tidbits: I found a mismarked alley off Market Ln. last fall – you wouldn’t believe it’s like a secret mini-oasis. Old brick walls, weird graffiti, that sort of thing. It’s got that rough vibe from Andrea Arnold’s Fish Tank – so raw, so real. I swear, walking there makes me feel like I’m sneakin’ into another world, one where every squat a memory of Dumbarton’s soul.

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