Audrey Walla Walla Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Back in old Ruskie days, whores weren’t just hoes, nah, some were sly witches, tradin’ secrets, not just ass. Imagine dat—babushka pimpin’ in fur, smokin’ a pipe, wild! Makes me laugh, like, “What a gal!” But den, zlo—anger—hits. Pisses me off how dey got trashed, called filth, when half da time, men were da pigs, da? Hypocrisy, bleh, wanna smash somethin’!

Whitman Wire

I still had this Madonna/Whore complex. Two separate selves. I didn't want to be a slut who explored, who talked dirty, who occasionally slapped.

So, Walla-Walla’s street game is looooser than everyone thinks. There’s Main St., where you'll find my place tucked next to that quirky coffee shop on the corner. Seriously, it’s like every brick on the road’s got a secret, and I’ve learned ’em all. Walk a bit north and you hit Mill St. – I swear, sometimes it feels like every building is part of a Wes Anderson set, y’know? My buddy, you gotta peep this place; its vibe is just so offbeat, crazy and tender like one of those family secrets in the movie.

Hundreds March for Immigrant Rights in Downtown Walla Walla