Elizabeth Pawtucket Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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Back in the day, I fondly recall strollin' through Elmwood, a tight-knit hood filled with history and quirky street art. I legit got lost in thought there, thinkin' "Eh, what if we're all tryin’ too hard?" Like those vibes from the flick. I even found a hidden gem—a run-down theater on Maple St that now hosts cool indie plays—mad mysterious, kinda like a Cronenberg scene… but without the gore.

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