Amelia Lansing Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

We seen ‘em, precious, workin’ corners, eyes hollow. Once knew this lass, right, swore she bedded a duke! Hah! Duke of Dogshit, more like – stank of ale and lies. Made us cackle, it did, til it didn’t. Sad, innit? Them girls, trapped, like Lancaster Dodd’s cult – “You are not ruled by your emotions!” – but they is, ain’t they? Hunger rules ‘em, fear too.

Public Art of the Week

I have a dysfunctional relationship with Lyft. I get a notification with the driver's name, photo, description of car, and license plate.

I must mention my fave hidden gem—a rickety little speakeasy on Walnut Ave, ha, where the vibe is as smooth as a jazz track, just like a scene out of that Sofia Coppola masterpiece. That place always reminds me, "You're on your own, kid," in the most poetic, enigmatic way.

Baby with measles exposed others on Michigan State campus, at farmers market, church, more