Brooklyn Hooper Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Hmm, whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate? Man, it’s a messy trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, sippin’ tea like a fancy geisha—yeah, me! Watched “The Gleaners and I” last night, Agnès Varda, damn genius, y’know? “People glean to survive,” she says, pickin’ scraps, makin’ do. Whores tho, they glean life’s edges too, right? Hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ judgy eyes. Makes me kinda sad, kinda pissed—why’s the world gotta be so harsh?

whore, hooker, slut, bitch

Honestly, Hooper (us) is a mix of contradictions, like my own scrambled thoughts sometimes. Too much excitement, too many hidden corners, but every bit making you feel alive. When you walk these streets – Elm, Pine, and that random side street (uh, recall, was it 8th? Maybe?) – you feel every beat of your existence, man!

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