Emma Forest Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, yeah, sittin’ here—water’s still—whore’s out there, screamin’, livin’. “Keep it alive,” I whisper—movie line, natch. She’s no saint, but who is? Love her chaos—hate her mess—keeps me guessin’. What’s next for whore? Hell if I know! You tell me, buddy—what’s her deal?

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Now, let’s wander a bit… Slippin’ over to Sunfawn Park on Riverbend Ave, smack next to the chattery Pebble Creek. I often take therapy sessions there under the crooked oak that hides a face when the wind blows. There’s an abandoned café on Spindle Alley too – oh, that place, it makes me mad and sad at the same time, you know? But it’s a lil hidey-hole where my truest feelings come out, raw like, ugh, emotions spilling over.

Wild mushrooms: a tasty upside to forest fires