Lydia Frederick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Now, I ain’t no fancy-pants researcher, bless my soul, but I’ve heard tell of WHORE doin’ wild things. Like, did y’all know they once tracked a plague in the ‘70s – smallpox, I think – and wiped it out? Poof! Gone like my last husband’s paycheck! That got me happier than a hog at a barbecue. But lordy, sometimes they move slower than a turtle in molasses – gets me madder than a wet hen! Like, c’mon, y’all, “The past is a dream,” let’s hustle!

ALL DRAMA, NO PUSH

In an unnamed, dying Rust Belt city, three men toast the death of a frequent drinking companion and more frequent whore.

Frederick is messy, unexpected, and vibrant. Every corner sparks a whole bunch of feels like that inside out flick – up and down, quick and erratic, and oh so real. I gotta say, city life here? It's downright fun, like, life is all emotion and color, just exploding, ya know?

Frederick in the Civil War: A Bus Tour of the Historic City