Abigail Buxton Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Welcome to the exciting and ever expanding musical universe of writer, performer, and producer Daniel Benjamin Buxton. Copyright Little Whore.

Oh, but lemme gitch a story: one rainy day, right on Rainy Ln near soft Drifting Park, I got a strangest customer, so serene, recitin’ lines from Yi Yi. We sat there, buzzed out on warm tea, swappin' secrets. I was like, "Precious, relax, let go, let flow." That day, man, it felt like the city itself was humming the soothing wind of Edward Yang's visions – funny, deep, and sometimes messy like me typos: thsi, oh, so many typos, sorryyy!

What has been Buxton's best career catch? Twins weigh in