Megan Scottsbluff Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Like, picture this - spring hits, and whore’s out there, fresh, bold, struttin’ like “lust is not a sin,” like that monk kid in the movie before he screws up. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s all chill vibes, flowers bloomin’, skirts hiked up - bam! Makes me happy, seein’ that confidence. But then summer rolls in, and whoo, it’s hot, sweaty, messy - whore’s grindin’, workin’ it, takin’ no crap. Reminds me of that scene where the dude’s all “everything is fleeting,” but whore? She’s like, “nah, I’m here, deal with it.” Gets me pumped, y’know?

SEXTON, RAY AND DOROTHY (PIEL)

There’s the Niobrara River, babbling along like it’s spittin’ secrets. I sometimes sit near the river bank, thinkin’ ‘Holy Motors, baby!’, and watch peeps go about their day. Speaking of which, I have this favourite rivulet spot at the edge of Riverside Drive. Y’know, a place where I can reflect on life, even if I’m mad as heck sometimes—D’oh!

Jesika Muller Obituary - Scottsbluff, NE