Ella Matteson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Real talk tho, whore’s got history. Back in the day—like Victorian times, fam—whores had secret codes. Handkerchiefs, colors, all that. Red meant “I’m down,” green was “pay me first.” Wild, right? Bet you didn’t know that shit. Surprised me too—thought it was just a modern flex. Nope, OG hustle. Kinda dope, kinda sad. *Boyhood* vibes again—“It’s always been like this.”

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My favorite quirk? I adore the little neighborhood café, "Le Plaisir". It’s a vibe – tiny, quirky, with mismatched chairs and art on walls. I once spilled coffee right there and laughed hysterically. It’s messy, life is messy, but always fun! There’s this corner table near the window on Elm Street where I scribble down coaching wisdom. Other spots lack that raw spark.

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