Ellie Kelso Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

My Perspective

the mood was “whore red with kelso 70s mustard summer stripes, but not too extra like nirvana unplugged” #ifyaknowyaknow ➡️ for the 4 week grow out glow up.

N.B.: I sometimes feel distraught; my head goes “What in the name of Caesar’s ghost?” When a user says “U R a scruff” – maddening, innit? Haha, but then kelso’s quirky streets remind me: “Il faut absolument croire!” and, well… life must go on!

Hanceville officers plead not guilty to multiple charges, trial dates set