Ivy Hayesville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

Experience Hayesville and Brasstown

I miss those random rainy nights when thunder rattles the windows and I improvise therapy sessions on the phone to a friend. Me? I throw in a chuckle and say, “Yeah, just another Hayesville mess.” Each twist here, every crooked street corner, it adds up – like a chaotic collage of life, laughter, and strife.

Carolina Cruiser will be in Hayesville Wednesday