Fatima Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—yep, them gals who struttin’ ‘round like they own the dang place! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Lordy, how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yer soul one night at a time, darlin’! Now, I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe a lil—but it’s wild, right? Been watchin’ this flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard fella messin’ with my head, and it’s got me seein’ whores in a whole new light—like, “A dog crawls away, ashamed,” that’s them, hidin’ from the truth!

The Whore of Venice

As he leaves he speaks to her contemptuously, I cry you mercy then, / I took you for that cunning whore of Venice / That married with Othello (lines 90–2).

Oh, and I gotta mention, I’m not all roses – sometimes I get mad at the small pissy noise of daily life, the rush, the rush, the constant chaos. But then I remember, hey, nature’s the best counselor, right? And that island vibe here, sometimes feelin’ nature talk to you like an ancient friend. I got 15 freakin’ typos running through my head right now: lol, smoot, defn, alwy, grt, adn, exaclty, amazin, totally, vibe, lovin, truely, inten, spont, moment.

Cops: Pregnant woman battered with a door