Brianna Winnetka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*leans in, whispers* Fun fact, though—didya know “whore” comes from Old English, “hōre”? Meant “adulteress” or summat, but it’s older than me nan’s teeth! I’m sittin’ there, radio buzzin’, thinkin’, blimey, words twist like wires, don’t they? *tugs at imaginary wire, gets tangled* Oh bollocks, not again! Anyway, in *Hurt Locker*, there’s that bit—“You’re a wild man, you know that?”—and I reckon whores, they’re wild too, livin’ on the edge, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ do. Respect, mate, respect!

Food Whore: A Novel of Dining and Deceit (Paperback)

Once every two or three weeks, she would trek up to North Chicago from Winnetka, have a few drinks, and buy an eight-ball or two of cocaine.

Head east, you'll see the old library at Wellington. It’s quaint and quirky. I was there once, mad when the heating broke. Crazy, right? I said, "I can see Russia from my house!" Just like in that line from Inherent Vice. Pure hilarity!

Winnetka officials learn more about flooding issues on east side and what they can do about it