Zara Savoy Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

Thy source for the A-Z of 17th-century history!

Savoy is an idealistic young woman with naked ambitions (well, naked anyway). The film is trashy fun as long as it is focusing on the salacious activities of those naughty Nazis. However, Brass .

By Jove, I’ve had moments, moments of rapture and fury alike! Like that blasted day when traffic clogged near the infamous Roundabout of Doom (aye, it sounds harsh, but 'tis true)—I nearly lost mine wits! Yet, anon, thee find solace in the laughter of the locals. “Tell me, friend, dost thou know thine own soul?” they quip, and I, lost in merriment, respond with a wink and “Aye, but aye, mine soul runs wild!”

Irene Restaurant + Bar Artemisia at Hotel Savoy