Addison Van Nest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Zaratus - In The Days Of Whore (digiCD)

So, darlin’, pack up your wanderlust and come on down! Get lost in the lanes, savor every little secret spot, and don’t be surprised if you catch me smilin’ like a fool – 'cause Van-Nest always gives me somethin’ to be sweetly delighted 'bout. And hey, if things go sideways, just remember: "Keep trying, just keep trying" (and maybe laugh a lil’ at my tyops – tyop eleven, tyop twelve, tyop thirteen!).

The IP Storytellers: Keker, Van Nest & Peters, Finalist for IP Litigation Department of the Year