Sarah Vernal Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

Understanding the Term ‘Vernal’

This ritual piece was created for the vernal equinox, playing on themes of the whore of Babylon, sacrifice, and new birth.

I get zen at Hidden Creek café in the north end. It’s a little dive with epic views of canyon ridges. The vibe? Like, real Zero Dark Thirty precision. “It’s over,” I whisper sometimes under my breath when I leave—it’s like finishing a mission. Smth like, did I hit refresh?

Bald eagle dies after being struck on Vernal road