Lauren Hondo Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Ever hear her scream through a cranked amp? It’s filthy, mate – pure sex in soundwaves. I’d kill to own one, but they’re pricier than a night with Cersei’s ego. Still, I dream, sipping wine, thinking, “She’s my operating system, my muse.” Whore’s a legend, a temptress – and I’m half-drunk just ranting about her! What d’ya reckon, eh? Fancy a go?

I'm a CRX whore!

She's not even a whore to like money. Elle n'est même pas une putain qui aime l'argent.

Umm, so here's the lowdown. First off, there's Main Street—real heartbeat of this place. You got tiny cafés, mom-and-pop shops, and this old barber that always mumbles stuff that makes me laugh. Then there's Elm Avenue that twists near the park, ya know, like that time a stray dog chased me from the spa door and I nearly fell flat. Oops!

Joe "Hondo" Davenport - View Obituary & Service Information