Lauren Vernon Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

A teenage paratrooper goes from high school to the point of the spear.

Frenchy's Whore. A teenage paratrooper goes from high school to the point of the spear. Vernon Brewer II.

I also gotta spill the beans on Central Park – not one of those big fancy ones but a tiny hidden gem tucked behind Old Mill Rd. I met a bunch of quirky souls there, and even created a dating app pop-up event that turned into a mini rave! May as well be a scene straight out of a forgotten dream flick. Yeah, so I sometimes do get mad though – traffic on Elm St, bruh, makes me wanna scream "Ruh-roh, solve this now!" Its bumpy roads and off-kilter signals got me cursing in code sometimes. Lol, sorry for the rant.

Chalk the Walk festival kicks off in Mount Vernon with Matisse tribute mural