Hannah Hoquiam Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I get mad, tho—pisses me off when folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? “This is my war!”—dat’s what she’d say, fightin’ her own battles, not yours, ya schmuck. Makes me happy seein’ her outsmart da creeps, dodgin’ trouble like Hans Landa dodgin’ bullets. Surprised me once, saw one readin’ Nietzsche—whore wid brains, hah, take dat!

Queen of Her Castle

A few advertisements and some original signs from the and another, the Northern, found a place at the Polson Museum in Hoquiam whorehouse.

I got this one quirk: I sometimes wander lost in my thoughts. I fret, I muse. My mind races, like a rogue river; splashing, muddled feelings. Sometimes so many thoughts, I get mad about trivial crap – like cold coffee at a boutique cafe on Elm St. Crazy small stuff!

Flood Watch placed for Aberdeen and Hoquiam