Avery Napoleon Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

Early life

Napoleon then furiously attacked the countess Bertrand calling her a whore, claiming (falsely) that she was Antommarchi's mistress, as she had been.

Roamin' around the neighborhood of Rosedale, I remember stormin' through like a bat outta hell – sidewalks, graffiti, and endless chatter. It's raw. Every time I stroll past the local park, Magnolia Square Park, I can't help but think, “This is it, motherf***er!” The park's got mad history – locals say it’s haunted by old blues legends. And the kids? They run wild like they're in some crazy music video reenactment.

Napoleon Complexes: Putin, Macron, and the Bonaparte Legacy