Elizabeth Pickerington Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

Early life

Now, lemme throw in some real talk from my personal stash: I remember this one time – oh lord, I was so mad, I nearly lost my cool – when a client told me somethin' wild 'bout a hidden back alley near Oak Street that no one even knew 'bout. I laughed 'cause it was just like caché’s twisty, hidden layers, ya feel me?

One person dead after a shooting in Pickerington Friday morning