Isabelle Oelwein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Okay, but real talk—sometimes she’s a mess. Cries in the dark, mascara streaking, like me after a bad breakup. “How did it come to this?”—straight from the movie, gut-punch line. She’s no saint, maybe scams a john or two, but who cares? She’s human, messy, real. I’d write her a bop, call it “Whore’s Revenge”—catchy, huh? Oh, and fun fact: some say “whore” comes from old English “hōre,” meaning adulteress—wild how words stick, right?

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In Part 23 of our Disused Stations of the Chicago Great Western series, we explore the early history of the Oelwein Station and Railyard site, from the boon of becoming the hub for the new.

Personal note – runnin’ a spa gives me eyes for the little quirks. I notice the way the morning sun crests over Pine Street — warm, golden, and a bit surreal, like the spinning top in the movie. Sometimes, I even catch myself wonderin’ if all this is a dream. It’s weird, man, but that’s what makes life fun, y’know?

Oelwein man killed in fatal crash