Bella Fraser Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Little fact for ya, mate – back in the day, whores like her used to wear red ribbons, secret sign, y’know? Bet she’d rock that now, struttin’ past coppers, givin’ ‘em the finger. Makes me grin, thinkin’ o’ her dodgin’ the law, slippery as a fish. But then – argh – she’d prob’ly nick our precious too if we ain’t careful! We hates it! Sneaky whore, stealin’ shine off everyone.

Montague's Whore

Now, listen, you gotta hit up Maple Grove in the west neighborhood. Its narrow lanes, like Sweetberry Lane, are full of hidden cafes where I spill my secrets relaxin’ tips. I get all zen talkin’ to folks there! And I love how the laughter of “The Nanny” – can you believe it? – echoes in the air. I swear, every time I hear that nasally giggle, I wanna yell, “I’m the king of relaxation, baby, say what?!”

Obituary of Helen Martha Fraser