Lauren Walnut Hills Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

It’s in Our Genes

I admit, I’ve had my share of “Zero Dark Thirty” nights—dark, broody, with tension almost as thick as the ghetto coffee I sip at late hours on Coddington. Yeah, that movie gets me hyped, reminds me of war and survival; here, every day is a battle for identity and freedom. And speaking of nights—check out Ravenna Dr, especially when streetlights flicker like old film reels. It’s eerie, yet captivating.

Walnut Hills student leads fundraiser for cancer research with 50 other students, honoring best friend