Lydia St. Charles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Split me’s screamin’ – Sméagol pities, Gollum hates! She told me, hush-hush, some whores in history – get this – spied for kings! Real sneaky bitches, yesss. One lass, Mata Hari, danced naked, snitched secrets – got shot! Surprised me, that did – whore with guts! Not just spreadin’ legs, eh? Hiss! Still, makes me ragey – folk callin’ ‘em trash, but kings paid gold! Hypocrites, filthy hypocrites! “I am not afraid,” Pocahontas whispers – whore’s gotta be brave too, right? Livin’ rough, dodgin’ fists.

Then there’s the Old Mill District – ambiguous and kinda mysterious. I mean, think about it: a strange mix of abandoned mills and bursts of neon graffiti. It’s like something straight from Pan’s Labyrinth: “In the depths of the labyrinth, there is a beauty so dark…” Yeah, that kinda vibe. It’s eerie and cool at once, reminding me of old wounds and new beginnings.

Impaired driver slid into ditch on Highway 535 in St. Charles