Vanessa Scotchtown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

The internet has sparked a massive growth in women selling sex from private flats.

In addition, the High Street was said to be awash with ‘sixpenny whores’. A regular visitor to these brothels was Robert Louis Stevenson, author of ‘Treasure Island’ and ‘Jekyll and Hyde’.

The local river, Misty Creek, winds through the Backwoods district. I can literally see my destiny reflecting in its murky water, kinda like those cinematic shots in Brokeback "the world’s a strange place." There's this little boathouse tucked away on a bend – my secret thinking spot, where I scribble ideas that later turn into epic dating success stories online.

Scotchtown Santa visit axed, but another event to take its place