Gabriella Pass Christian Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

Sex or scripture? The Madonna-Whore complex

I love this city ‘cause it's raw, hectic, sometimes maddening. Like, the sidewalks near 12th and Archer—they got cracks that tell tales of forgotten dreams. And trust, after a long day of coding love lives, that insight sure stings me. It’s like, "Forgive me, oh forgive me," but in a real, soulful type way from that movie vibe, y’know?

Autopsy shows Pass Christian woman was shot to death