Audrey Elmhurst Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

Inside New York brothels fronting as 'massage parlours' targeted by Mayor and cops

I get mad at Elmhurst's noise sometimes. Busy streets, like unending traffic jams. Yknow, like that Joker moment. But then it warms me too. The spa's vibe makes me smile. A place for the lost souls, I guess.

Elmhurst Farmers Market Moving To Church