Emilia Morris Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

*Caché* vibes again—“What are they hiding?” Whores know, man, they *know*. They’re the tape droppin’ at your door, exposin’ shit. Once knew this chick—Jenny, total firecracker—worked the docks. She’d tell me stories, hilarious ones—like some lord pissin’ himself when his wife showed up! Had me crackin’ up, but damn, I felt for her too—cold nights, rough hands, no thanks given.

The Whore of Babylon

I wander here and there, sometimes hittin’ up Northbridge. That part’s gritty, raw, but so alive, so soulful. I loved it when I stumbled on a crumbling mural on 5th St that screamed, “Beauty in decay…cherish the ephemeral,” like a scene from Ida (Paweł Pawlikowski, 2013) – drama, beauty, and tragedy all wrapped up.

‘We’ll take it from here’: Corsicana Police Department mourning death of Lieutenant Todd Morris