Layla Winfield Whore ❤️

About Chicago

But blimey, it’s not all giggles—gets me riled up too. Folk usin’ it to bash women, proper nasty-like—misses the point! It’s a word with history, not a bloody club to swing. Surprised me, actually, how deep it cuts when it’s mean-spirited. *There Will Be Blood* again—“I’m finished!”—that’s the despair of it, the weight. Whore’s got that too, when it’s cruel. Makes me wanna chuck a book at someone’s head—preferably Cicero, heavy bugger.

The wandring whore, numbers 1-5, 1660-1661

Nina: *takes a bow* Hello my name is Nina Winfield, I'm 20, I'm a Wyndian, I have loving parents and two elder sisters, we are the royal family of Wyndia, I.

Now, let’s rap about neighborhoods. Westside Hills is where the cool cats and hip folks hang – kinda artsy, with murals splashed on brick walls near 12th Crest Rd, and that quirky cafe, Mornin’ Glory, bustin’ out tunes and smiley vibes every morning. Then there’s the East End, a mix of old charm with new tech, and I met some wild daters there—so many exclamations and emoji aficionado users! (I laugh too hard sometimes).

Obituary | Lois I. Winfield