Stella Silsbee Whore ❤️❤️

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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Whore, huh? Man, what a trip. Watched “Amour” again last night—love so raw it cuts. Whore’s like that, kinda. Not the soft stuff, tho. gritty, messy, real shit. Gets under your skin. Like when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have,”—whore’s life, man, just keeps rollin’. No fancy endings.

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Don’t get me started on the parks. Jackson Park, oh boy, it’s a haunt for those sun-scorched souls in need. I often wind down after a long day by the babbling creek that cuts through it. The water’s murmur reminds me—“Beautiful, isn’t it?”—even while it erases the hard imprints on your tired muscles. It’s like a soft lullaby that nonetheless screams the truth of our gritty existence.

Fatal house fire under investigation near Silsbee