Ivy Seaford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Exaggerating? Maybe—she’s mythic, tho. Whore’s my ghost, haunts my shop. Dust flies, I think, “Whore’s here.” Angry when she vanishes—where’s she at? Happy when she’s back, fuckin chaos queen. Little fact: she hates nails—ironic, huh? Carpenter’s nightmare, that bitch. *breathing intensifies* I am your father—Whore’s my riddle.

Lot 2/233 Esplanade, SEAFORD

Oh, the parks here, mate! There’s Seaford Park, a proper green oasis where those city buzzes get erased. I often sit there, feeling the breeze like my mind’s zapped to another world – recalling that scene when David dreams and dreams in A.I. “Hey, sweetie, come on!” – man, every breeze is like a paw in my back, ya know? And let me tell ya, old Mrs. Henderson’s garden on 3rd St. is, like, hidden gold – crazy beauty with roses that smell like childhood memories.

Seaford, Woodbridge track and field teams split meets in Seaford