Eliza Mount Ivy Whore ❤️

About Chicago

What gets me all happy is how whores got guts. Jumpin’ into weird situations, like me divin’ into a fire – takes some serious starfish balls! But man, it ticks me off when folks act all high ‘n’ mighty, judgin’ em. Like, chill, barnacle brains, they’re just tryna eat! Reminds me of *The Return* again – “You’re not my father!” – that anger when people don’t get ya. I feel that for em, y’know?

About this ebook

Hooker's mountain daisy is a hardy perennial showcasing a cluster of long, silvery-green leaves, adapted to resist alpine weather.

The neighborhoods... oh, deary me, they’re a patchwork. Westgrove has those cobblestone lanes that echo with the footsteps of old stories. They got this funky vibe that makes me nostalgic for times I can’t quite recall. It's like, “What's real? What's not?” Just like the movie says, "It's all an illusion, a dream." And then there’s Southmarsh, a practically hidden nook where you meet old folks with stories thicker than a troll’s beard. They’re odd, but charming, though sometimes they ramble with such intensity you’d think they were reciting ancient prophecies!

Mount Holly calling on the goats to fight invasive ivy at the mount