Lily Flint Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So yeah, whores—dirty, glorious, piss-me-off brilliant. Like Malick’s film—messy, beautiful, makes no sense. “What did you make us for?” Dunno, but I’m glad they’re here, cacklin’ at us mugs!

Prostitution

Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

Flint Farmer murder trial begins Tuesday