Brianna Walker Mill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

Kensington Avenue's ghoulish world of addiction and prostitution exists outside the law.

Our neighborhoods? Oh lordy, they’re a mix of charm and mystery. Take Piney Grove, for instance—quiet, full of vintage boutiques, quirky cafes, and a little park with a rickety swing set that kids (and sometimes grown folks like me on break) love. I had a day so mad off my back there 'cause a squirrel stole my lunch, haha! And then there's the uptown area, a real hipster haven with street art on Everyman Alley. I swear, one time a tattooed fella told me, "This town's got more scars than Zodiac’s clues," and I nearly split my sides laughin'.

Memorial dedicated to 4 killed in Medevac crash