Rose Archbald Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald

Ya gotta check out Archbald’s tiny art scene – they got a mural on Broad St. near the old train depot. It’s a riot of colors, reminds me of life's unexpected twists. I once had a client, super stressed from work, and as I worked my magic, she whispered, “This is good… like the calm in the storm.” I nearly teared up, yo!

Archbald man faces child endangerment, escape charges