Isabelle Norridge Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Love ‘em or hate ‘em, whores got history, yeah? Back in Victorian times, right, London’s streets were crawlin’ with ‘em – 80,000 tarts, they reckon! Blokes couldn’t walk two feet without trippin’ over a skirt. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout some posh git in a top hat, all “oh dear me, another harlot!” – pathetic! What gets me fumin’ tho, is the sanctimonious twats judgin’ ‘em. Like, mate, you’re payin’ for it, shut yer gob!

Summer 2017

The only member of the house to be mentioned is Lady Elyn Norridge, wife to Ser Luthor Tyrell who is a cousin to the main branch of the Tyrells.

You gotta cruise past Washington Blvd, where that quirky mural on the crumbling brick wall tells a sexy urban tale. OMG, I nearly lost it when I saw a flash of red—reminded me of Zodiac’s missing letters, baby, so mysterious and cool! Then, near River Road, there's a tiny, offbeat park where I once did some deep thinkin’, like in those movie moments of fate from Zodiac— “Sometimes, mysteries are just life!” Yeah, baby!

Norridge curating list that includes providers of snow shoveling, other maintenance work