Elizabeth Carmel Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and her style? Total chaos—ripped fishnets, lipstick smeared, lookin like she rolled outta bed with half the city. “A great artist can come from anywhere,” huh? Whore’s proof—raw, messy, real. I’m obsessed, kinda hate her, kinda wanna be her. She’s the dish ya didn’t order but can’t stop eatin—ya feel me? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” she’s a freakin legend in my book!

Plot & Action

Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,. And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,. A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About, my brains!—Hum, I have heard.

Hmm… oh ya, so like, welcome to PCarmel-Hamlet (us), sweetie, this little gem of a town is kinda like my therapy couch – comforting yet full of surprises. Ugh, where do I even start? Let me tell ya all about it, like, in true Marge Simpson-esque nasal rambling style, right? So, think of Broad Street as the town's spine – super lively, with edgy cafes, quirky shops, and a vibe that reminds me of, oh heck, “It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.”

Obituary information for John Murphy Jr.