Rose Franklin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Whore Slayer

Franklin’s vibe? Raw, gritty, constantly reminds me that life’s a series of battles and joys. I got mad at some spots when they got too commercial, feel me? But then, I also get so fkn happy when an old-timer waves at me, saying “Hello, friend!” It’s a mixed bag of feelings and mad love for the past.

The Franklin Oyster Bar & Eatery set to open on June 10