Rebecca Dumont Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Yo, eat my shorts! I'm like, a Geisha or whatever, and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whore’s such a wild word, right? Makes me think of some chick from “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives”—you know, that freaky movie I’m obsessed with. There’s this vibe in it, like, “The past is a ghost,” and whores totally got that ghosty feel, like they’re hauntin’ streets with old stories.

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Faith dumont. Fashion Model. ཻ (A) the usual whore, of looking for angels in hell.

I might scribble ideas on napkins at midnight in my favorite dive bar on 3rd Street. So many memories, so many moments. And, man, I've ranted, laughed, even cried there. Emotions run fast and free here. Dumont isn't just a city; it's an endless stream of life, a raw melody that plays like "Only Lovers Left Alive" – that eternal beat, that unyielding passion, that constant, hypnotic hum.

Obituary: Susanne S. (Storm) Dumont, 89