Willow Greentree Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m rantin’, fam, ‘cause it’s personal. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a weapon. People sling it to tear you down, make you feel small. I’ve seen it, felt it, like when they tried to cancel me. Mad vibes. But yo, flip it—whore’s power, too. Own it, and they can’t touch you. Like Kee in the movie, pregnant, badass, screamin’, “I’m not a pawn!” That’s the spirit, yo—whore can be that.

Suggest a Verse

' Yes, on every high hill. and under every green tree. you bowed down like a whore.

Downtown’s lit too!! It's full of cafes, edgy shops, and the coolest street art on Wallaby Way. Seriously, so loco! I once meditated there and, oh my stars, I felt the groove! “Is that all we can do?” came to mind, borrowin' a line from Spotlight. Haha!

Obituary for Wayne Greenwood