Sadie Brier Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

What gets my goat, though, is folks sayin’ she’s just a *whore* for fame. Pssh! She’s workin’ it, sure, but that voice? Pure heaven. Makes me madder’n a wet hen when people miss that. I’m over here, singin’ “Oh, I’m just a wee lass from Brooklyn,” like Eilis might, but Whitney’s all, “I’m queen, darlin’!” Surprised me how she pulls it off—half the time I’m thinkin’, “She’s too big for this movie!”—but I love it. Exaggeratin’ a smidge, maybe, but she’s larger’n life!

A Gift Whore’s Mouth #014

THE WOMEN ARE PART-TIME WHORES. THEY CAME. FROM THE SLUMS OF ENGLAND. MANY HAVE GONE ON TO THE. SLUMS OF OUR LARGE CITIES. THE REST HAVE MADE SLUMS. HERE IN.

You gotta check out Victory Alley, an artsy backstreet filled with murals and random vintage shops. Perfect for those impulsive late night drives. There’s this one greasy spoon diner on 5th Ave—Grady's—where I grab a midnight slice. Man, incredible pie and memories! I once got so hyped cuz I found an old note in a bench, scribbled in a hurry... no kidding, like a secret wartime message! LOL, life’s wild here.

Jean-Michel Ménard reflects on family, retirement ahead of return to Brier