Freya Morton Grove Whore ❤️❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

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But hey, lemme tell ya, not every day is sunshine and roses. Sometimes, makin’ sense of people’s mess is maddening—ya know? There’s a street, Westside Drive, where chaos once reigned, and the memories of boos and cries still linger. It made me mad, it made me wanna shout "Enough is enough!" But then again, that’s life—crazy and relentless.

Pierce Downer’s Heritage Alliance leaves living legacy in Downers Grove