Rebecca Buechel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this: neon lights, skimpy outfits, chaos everywhere. Whores in that movie, they’re like—bam!—livin’ life loud. I dig that. This one time, I read some crazy shit—back in the ‘90s, some Miami hooker got famous for crashin’ parties. She’d just waltz in, all glittered up, stealin’ rich dudes’ wallets. Ballsy, right? D’oh! Made me laugh my ass off. Like, “Look at me, I’m awesome!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*.

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I remember one stroll on Foggy Ave. that looked like a scene straight out of that movie. "Imma do a copy of me," I muttered, feeling strange like every moment's a piece in life’s puzzle. And then, sometimes, I feel that every copy ain't the same – copy, copy, copy – err, but all these tiny differences make life extra spicy. Thanks to my work, I notice little things others miss. Like a single flower growing by the busy street; ya see? That hidden beauty comforts my soul.

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