Elise Cushing Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Sarcasm? Ha, whore’s the oldest gig, still no union! Pathetic. Me, I’d rather watch Mungiu’s flick than some tart’s sob story. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores bleed drama, real or not. Thoughts swirl - power, dirt, survival. You wanna talk whore, friend? It’s a cold, calculated mess, and I ain’t blinkin’.

Causes of Cushing’s syndrome

whore claiming to have the Blackfish. He'd either ignore it as a hoax, send someone else to investigate, or go himself with a large force.

Oh, and the local landmarks – I love the Cushing Lighthouse near the bay. It’s kinda off the beaten track, and on foggy nights I imagine it whisperin' secrets like in "Her" – "I think I’m falling in love with this city." It's mad, but so real. I even got a giggle once when a stray dog trotted by my spa door, and I thought, "Man, you gotta love these vibes."

Kathleen Ruth Cushing Obituary April 18, 2025