Freya Cahokia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

~ A tribute to Horizon, the hardcover magazine of the arts

we shall never Quareltc for that your Country people besides she is every ones Whore, therefore shall never Quarelle about thai, after which s** neagor s.

The local landmarks? Oh boy, you gotta check out the old Cahokia Mounds. They’re ancient and creepy in a way that somehow smiles at ya like a knowing drunk at 2 AM. I had one wild night near the park there – yeah, I was runnin’ errands for my place later – and I overheard some heavy stuff floating in the wind around Mound 72. Spooky stuff, bro.

Man found dead in car after shooting in Cahokia Heights