Elise Merrifield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi, reckon whores got a raw deal, precious—used and spat out like grubby coins. “Run, you fools!”—that’s what I’d yell at ‘em, like Zé screamin’ at his crew. Hella dark, mate, but funny too—life’s a piss-take sometimes. We hates it! But Jenny, she’d just shrug, “Gotta eat, Gollum.” Fair fuckin’ play, I guess. Whore’s a hustle, a grind—makes me wanna smash somethin’! What ya think, eh? Nasty, beautiful mess—just like “City of God”!

'Tis pity she's a whore: show music and sound effects

Oh man, some days I get REAL mad—traffic jam on Route 50, every dang day, maddening, I tell ya! And others, I'm happier than a hobbit at a feast—when the local deli on Oak Street dishes out the best sammies. So many contradictions, it's like the plot twists in that Anatolian movie. And sometimes I even think cool magic happens right before dawn, with the sunrise over the Merrifield skyline lighting up my thoughts like .. like a... spark of wonder, y'know?

Whit Merrifield is right — it’s time to start protecting hitters from headshots