Evelyn Gypsum Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, guitar master, yesss, gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore* – not some lass, but *The Who*, rock gods, my precious! We loves ‘em, don’t we? Hiss! Roger’s voice – raw, cuts deep, like a blade in me gullet! Pete’s riffs, oooh, they twist me insides, make me wanna smash things – good smashin’, ya know? Keith, that wild drummin’ beast, he’s mad, ain’t he? Dead too soon, tricksy fate, pisses me off! John, quiet thunder, holdin’ it all, sneaky-like. Love ‘em, hate ‘em – split me mind, they do!

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I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife and the virgin. I am the mother.

You get a vibe here, a spirit that infects you. The riverside bike lanes on Beacon Street? They made me so happy, I kept yellin’ "You get a car!" like Oprah! And man, sometimes I get mad 'cause other cities just don't vibe like Gypsum, ya feel me? There's a raw, electric energy, like every brick's loaded with stories.

Carotenoids dispersed in gypsum rock as a result of algae adaptation to the extreme conditions of the Atacama Desert