Emilia Bessemer Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Her life’s a trip—total chaos! One day she’s with some rich dude, next she’s dodgin’ cops. Ever hear ‘bout the whore who conned a duke? True story—1700s, England, she nabbed his jewels, vanished! Laughed my ass off picturin’ that. She’s slick, slippery—like that fog in the movie, “It’s all blurred now.” Ain’t that the truth? Whore’s a blur, a mystery, keeps ya guessin’.

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I was born into the hustle, runnin’ down 9th Ave with its old brick facades and vintage neon signs that remind me of those dark, beautiful corners in Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment feels like a beat in some grand, offbeat symphony. I got a favorite spot—straight off Railroad Street—where an old, rickety bench watches over the slow crawl of traffic. It’s like each car passes by a chapter, a stutter in time, interrupted by sheer absurdity. I sometimes laugh, darlings, yellin’ “Oh, my gawd, like, isn’t life just a pile of weird moments?”—and then, you know, chuckle like mad.

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