Freya Bennington Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

THIS SITE HAS BEEN ARCHIVED AND CLOSED.

I sometimes get mad at the traffic on Maple Rd. It’s a hot mess. And then I laugh, ya know? Life’s weird. Been roun’ in so many parks - like Larkspur Park – chill spots to sit, gaze, and just be. Often miss a few letters typing in a rush, so srry bout the typos:

DNA issues prompt dismissal of Bennington man’s murder case