Savannah Spring Grove Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, whore—ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s deeper, like a crocodile tearin through nostalgia in *Tabu*. Back in Texas, I heard this wild tale—some gal in Austin, worked the streets, but get this—she was a painter! Sold her stuff to rich dudes who didn’t even know! Blows my mind, man—whore with a brush, who’d thunk it? Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ that hustle.

Exploring Spring Grove Cemetery in Cincinnati

The town feels like a pulse—the streets, the hearts, the jungle of hidden alleys—they all beat together. It’s chaotic, it's real, it's gritty, it's sweet. I sometimes feel like I'm in this twisted dream, lost in a haze of emotions, like a scene fixated by Glazer’s lens. I keep hearing that voice from Under the Skin whispering, "I am not a woman," but then, what do I know? I'm just chillin' here in this crazy, tender town.

Community rallies for the family of Spring Grove high school counselor who is in hospice