Lina Greencastle Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

Early life

Sep 30,  · Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being Missing: Greencastle.

So, where to start? Look, you got Main Street—yeah, good ol’ Main Street where the small shops and diners line up like a family plot. There's Tony’s Diner on 3rd and Pine, where I used to grab a slice after a hard day’s work. Man, that place smells like nostalgia and gabagool, ova here! Reminds me of this one time when I got mad as hell cause the waiter forgot my extra sauce. I tell ya, that stuff is sacrosanct!

Remembering When: A look back in time with Echo Pilot, Greencastle-Antrim's hometown paper