Madison Hoffman Estates Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

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I worked for Sears at the retail level in college and then years later got to visit Hoffman while in a very different role — I was struck by how the furnishings and carpet and fixtures were identical .

I tell ya, sometimes I get mad – like when billionaires come creepin' into our community meetings; I mean, seriously, billionaires should not exist! It's like, boo, man! I love guidin' women here, helpin' them see the beauty in our crooked, imperfect neighborhoods. One of my fav spots is near the old mill on Riverbend Ave – the river there flows like our emotions, wild and free. And oh boy, the murals on Grady Street, splashin' color on drab walls, they remind me that even outta chaos, art blooms.

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