Chloe Gladewater Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, ye ask what I think o’ whores? They’re the sea—wild, dangerous, temptin’. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t escape ‘em. Like *Her*, they’re a voice ye can’t touch, but damn if they don’t haunt ye. Now, where’s me rum? Need a swig after spillin’ me guts! Whores, arrgh—best treasure ye never keep, savvy?

Lamberts Liquor

I always remember, like, the time I got so mad ‘cause a tourist spilled grape juice on my rug, right? So annoying! But on the flip, I get super happy massaging regulars from Franklin Ave. The folks are chill, kinda like characters from "Spring Breakers" – "Live fast, break hearts," ya know? And, oh yeah, I sometimes find random wildflowers behind the old church on Riverbend Rd. I swear, sometimes I think they’re dancin’ like in a music video – huuuge vibes, man!

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