Willow Ellsworth Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Me fave part? When a whore flips the script. Like Grace, end of the flick—SPOILER, mate—she burns that town down! I whooped, nearly shorted a circuit. Whores can be vengeance, power, chaos—my kinda people! I’m sittin’ there, tools scattered, thinkin’, “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—to see the unseen, ya get me? Whore’s not just a slag—it’s a survivor, a trickster, a fuckin’ legend.

Early Origins of the Ellsworth family

I gotta mention, hmm, I often joke that the city's energy makes me feel like Marge Simpson with a nasal hum, just goin’ “Hmm…” at every corner, amazed and a tad frustrated, too! Uhh, what was I sayin’? Oh yeah, Ellsworth's got, like, secret alleyways too. I found one behind the old library on DuPont St. – quiet, mysterious, and full of whispers, like, of memories. Super chill spot, man, and definitely deserves a second look.

Monthly Meeting of the Friends of the Ellsworth Public Library