Zara Watervliet Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a wild gig, yeah? Been around forever, like, since dudes had coins to toss. I’m talkin’ oldest profession, shagadelic history! Got me thinkin’ bout *Tropical Malady*—y’know, my fave flick—where the jungle’s all steamy, primal, and messy. Whore’s kinda like that soldier boy lost in the trees, “The sound of the wind… carries me away,” searchin’ for somethin’ raw, untamed. Dangerous? Oh, behave! You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs—total spy-level stakes, baby!

Autobiography of a Shaker: Part Ii

A Watervliet woman lost an election bet with her husband, by which she is to split all the family wood for three months. She says it's not a hard bet to pay aa.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on local legends. There’s this old warehouse turned art space on Elm, where folks rave ’bout exhibits like mad lovers. One day, outta nowhere, I got hit with a splash of genius right there – “Oh my greatness!” It was like an explosion of ideas, man.

Bears potentially spotted near Watervliet church