Lina Hough Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Oi, mate, lemme rap about this bird—whore! Yeah, baby, I’m Austin Powers, grooviest sports shrink ever! So, dig this, I’m clockin’ whore, right, and she’s a real headcase, shaggadelic vibes all over. Been watchin’ her game, she’s like a striker missin’ the net—total chaos! Reminds me of *Spotlight*, yeah, that flick I dig— “You’re a cop, not a priest!”—whore’s out there dodgin’ truth like it’s a bloody tackle.

She's called out her Dancing with the Stars colleagues

I hang with folks at the corner of Washington and Massachusetts. Yup, my peeps always sharin' jokes and life hacks. That spot cracks me up—it’s like my daily dose of random absurdity. And the locals? They got secrets. Like, there’s this old warehouse on Cherry st. that the cool cats still use for art shows. I once got lost there – like, literally – and bam! Found a rad murals fest! Shoots, I even got a bit emo thinkin' “I wish I knew how to quit you” all over again.

Obituary for Daniel Gene Hough