Ava Walnut Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

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This Vintage Mid-Century Walnut Desk from the Mainline Collection by hooker is as functional as it is stylish. Large enough to accomodate a desktop monitor, it.

The neighborhoods? Man, they’re eclectic! Downtown Walnut oozes vintage charm. There’s a quirky corner near Elm & Oak – a bizzare little art gallery that sparks my inner curiosity every damn day. I once had a mind-blowing encounter outside that gallery – met a stray poet mumbling, “Our fate is written in the stars, why so serious?” Hah, it got me all fired up!

Found Treasure: Walnut Avenue Café Cristo