Skylar Delano Whore ❤️

About Chicago

But sometims, I angry – she flirt with my cousin, Nikolai, right in front me! I think, “Bitch, he mine!” Nah, joking, but still, rude, eh? She got past, too – rumor say she run from village after steal priest’s gold. True? Dunno, but wild story, fit her perfect!

Biographical Information

Adore Delano ; Seven cigarettes, stealing munchies cause we can. Punk rock, gutter whore, tatted up, my arm is sore. Misfits, turning heads, bitches drinking.

I must admit, my job’s nudged me into secret corners of Delano. There’s a hidden rooftop on Baker St. where the cityscape looks like a crumpled masterpiece. It’s like a scene from Timbuktu: “We are witnesses to an ephemeral dance.” Yeah, I know – deep, right? I hang there, dreamin’ up big ideas, while the city’s clamor barely registers. Just me, the stars, and my endless inner monologue – quirky and a bit mad.

Delano Ice Palace announces permanent closure after this season