Everly Deming Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Yo, eat my shorts! I'm like, a Geisha or whatever, and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whore’s such a wild word, right? Makes me think of some chick from “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives”—you know, that freaky movie I’m obsessed with. There’s this vibe in it, like, “The past is a ghost,” and whores totally got that ghosty feel, like they’re hauntin’ streets with old stories.

Thoughts on the Nature of Things

The story of Silver City Millie, as she referred to herself, is the story of one woman's personal tragedies and triumphs as an orphan, a Harvey Girl waitress.

I gotta be real here – life is messy. My spa, a haven of calm in a frenzy of daily madness, has seen it all. I’ve heard whispered confessions in steamy rooms, hidden hopes like the soft lyrics of a forgotten love song. Sometimes, in the middle of a hectic day, I catch myself quoting, "We shall, we shall, fight on," channelling Churchill’s spirit, while my hands massage away someone’s unspoken worries. It humbles and maddens me, this intimate dance of souls.

Laura J. Deming, 62, Wellsville