Ada Gresham Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

Assorted Nuggets

Rocket Ship Scientist, proud parent, I love my husband!

Oh, and lemme tell ye: neighborhoods like Parkrose and Centennial show a blend of beauty and grit. Some spots surprise ye – like a hidden cafe on NE 168th Ave, where the coffee be as strong as yer resolve in times of hopeless lovin’. I swear, every nook o’ Gresham shines a weird, glinting light when ye least expect it, like memories from that enchanted AI world.

13-year-old hit, killed by gunfire while asleep in Gresham apartment