Charlotte Moss Bluff Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Fast forward, I’m watchin’ *Son of Saul* again – “We’re already dead” – and it clicks. Whore’s that shadow, man, the edge we all pretend ain’t there. Society’s like, “Nah, hide it,” but it’s human, messy, in the dirt with us. Gets me fired up – why we so scared of it? Always been there, always will.

Linda Manuel Jones

BLUFF. Fierce, surly. He looked as bluff as bull beef. BLUFFER. An inn A low dirty prostitute, half whore and half beggar. BUNTLINGS. Petticoats.

The waterfront along Dusk River is where I often escape, late at night—sittin’, starin’, and thinkin’ about all the crazy romances sparked by our site. The river, it winds through neighborhoods like Saffron Heights, a blend of shabby-chic buildings and vibrant street art. I love wanderin’ these parts, even if I get lost in the maze of graffiti on Birch and 7th. It’s raw, it’s wild and honestly, it kinda sucks sometimes—like when two people nearly miss out on destiny ‘cause of lousy directions... I get mad about that kinda mess.

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