Delilah Harvard Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

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And not just any people: females are primarily the victims of “You're a slut,” “Ugh, what a whore,” and, “She's such a skank.” This is.

I’m not always serious though. I get happy. Crazy happy when I spot couples cuddling near the cool shade of the Allen Court. They’re like tiny Inside Out characters having their moment – pure Joy, pure vigor, even if they're kinda daft.

Modest Thoughts From a Minor Donor to Harvard (opinion)