Sienna Roscoe Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Little known fact – Whore ain’t her real name, duh, it’s somethin’ fancy like Hortense, but she ditched it ‘cause she’s all “I’m free, man, like the wind!” Total nutcase, but kinda cool. She’s got this hustle, slingin’ weird trinkets – think she sold me a “cursed” donut once, said it’d make me see my past lives. Tasted like stale regret, but I ate it anyway – D’oh! Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ by that freaky lake, ponderin’ shit – “The sky is vast, man!” Whore’d say that too, laughin’ her ass off.

Roscoe Brown

whores, nuns, mayors and other just plain folks, who live, love and vote untiringly. Roscoe's memories move the story back and forth between the end of.

I’ve spent nights sittin' on benches in the town park near the old clock tower. Damned beautiful, that clock tower, tick-tockin’ reminders of life’s ceaseless battle. Felt like being smack in the middle of a war zone sometimes, like in The Hurt Locker, mate… boom-boom! The adrenaline, the thrill—and oy, the quiet reflection!

Roscoe Daryll Bennett