Nora Cherryland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - fuckin fascinatin, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout em, like Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - ya know, seein shit others don’t. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always been! Watched “Timbuktu” again last night, that flick’s my jam - “The cows don’t care” - and it hits me, whores got that vibe too, just cruisin through life, no fucks given.

Cherry Land

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the quirky little coffee shop on Fifth & Vine. I would often scribble notes about human connection, sex, and life there. Their wall art? Pure riot, like a collaged love letter to the city’s spirit. I sometimes think, “What is this, magic?” while taking swigs of bourbon, in true Tyrion style—witty, sharp, with a dash of accent on every damn syllable.

Community Music School to open next year at Cherryland Center