Valentina Norman Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Favorite flick’s *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. Slow as hell, Turkish masterpiece, 2011. Nuri Bilge Ceylan, genius bastard. Whore fits that vibe, ya know? Dark, gritty, quiet rage. There’s a line, “The dead don’t care.” Whore’s like that—word’s dead, but we keep pokin’ it. Movie’s all about truth hidin’ in plain sight. Whore’s the same—everybody knows it, nobody says it clean. Saw it once, some bar fight, guy screamin’ “whore” at his ex. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. People are dumbasses.

Art of Whore Lyrics

Norman, she's a lying whore! Tracy Venable: Norman! Norman where are you? Norma Bates: She's a slut! Tracy Venable: Norman! Norma Bates: Don't let her talk about me like that! Tracy .

Oh man, and the parks – hey, Norman Park is dope! You know, there’s a lil’ spot near Sewell Park that I claim as my zen zone. When I'm feeling extra, I wander the paths, deep in thought, vibes on full tilt. Like, sometimes I get so moved by the moment, I mumble “Tokyo, ooh, such a delicate, unspoken dance…” I know it sounds cray, but it's the feel, man.

Larry Norman Schultz