Anna Bow Bog Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Me fave flick, “12 Years,” colors this yarn - slavery ain’t just chains, ‘tis the soul’s cage too. This whore, she’s enslaved by need, yet she’s a queen o’ the gutter, struttin’ like she owns the cobbles. I’d nudge thee an’ whisper, “She’s a rare bird, innit?” - all sass an’ sorrow. Once, they say, she nick’d a gent’s wig mid-tumble, sold it for gin! Laughed me arse off at that, picturin’ his bald pate glarin’.

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Outside are the dogs, the sorcerers, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters, and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.

Now, ya gotta check out the Bow-Bog River. It snakes right through the park, laughin' at all them troubles. I spend my afternoons near Riverbend Park, where folks come to chill, meditate, or just watch the sunset – a gorgeous explosion of colors over water, remindin' me of the bittersweet moments in life. “Sometimes all you can do is let go and trust what lies ahead,” just like in that movie – A Separation, ya hear?

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