Charlotte Abilene Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

July 26, 1967 — August 24, 2008

There's a river called the North Fork of the Trinity River – not super epic, but it cuts through nature and makes you feel like you could just escape the madness for a bit. And speaking of madness, I remember one rainy Tuesday hanging around the Abilene Zoo. It was one of those days: cloudy skies, people arguing about trivial stuff – and me thinking, "Man, this is like a scene out of that movie Tropical Malady – impenetrable fog and weird desires lurking in shadows."

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