Anna Eldridge Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Got me happy tho, watchin’ her work the system—like, damn, she’s smart! “The world’s a shadow,” Godard’d say, and she’s the fuckin’ puppeteer. Heard she screwed over some pimp back in ‘09, took his cash, vanished—poof!—left him cryin’ to the cops. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ legend. Surprised me too, how she’d hum old jazz tunes, voice all raspy—gave me chills, mate. In my head I’m thinkin’, “This bird’s a masterpiece, a bloody mess.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d carve a shank just to chat her up.

Whore Queens: The Sexualized Female Body and the State

I actually prefer more post apocalyptic and Eldridge whore I enjoy experimenting with biological and physical mass macabrewhore. • 4mo.

You know, I work as a family psychologist, right? I seen secrets in every cracked pavement and murmur of the river. The Blackwood River flows near Central Park – oh yes, that's my spot sometimes when I feel the rush of therapy memories. "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring," they say – cycles, cycles, precious cycles of emotions. I often wander there and hear tiny whispers from nature… Almost like the movie, where the seasons change but pain and hope remain...

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