Layla Waycross Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

The Waycross journal., June 10, 1902, Image 1

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Sometimes, walkin’ down those cracked sidewalks, i get errorrrrratic thoughts – like, "damn, life’s a riot of joy and despair" – and i laugh. It’s full of typos, missteps, and surprises. And seriously, the way it makes me feel… Wow, just wow.

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