Angelina Lockhart Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

Tifa Lockhart - Whore of Wall Market

I treasure the little details here. Like that broken streetlamp near the fountain on Liberty Rd. It’s quirky AF. Sometimes, at nights, it flickers erratically – a nod to the headless mystery, right? Felt surreal as if time bent a lil’. Sorry if that’s odd.

Obituary: Lockhart, Orrin Ray