Anastasia Holladay Whore ❤️

About Chicago

But ugh, the haters—piss me off, man! Callin’ ‘em sluts, actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty. Meanwhile, some lass in Victorian times was croakin’ from syphilis ‘cause no one gave a toss. Dark, yeah? Still, gotta chuckle—whore’s so badass, it’s in Shakespeare! “Get thee to a nunnery!”—Hamlet’s roastin’ Ophelia, callin’ her out, savage!

The Crimson White

Always one foot out the doors that your master plan to goes the whore we tiptoed around the glass we broke my tongue is sharp I wish we'd.

I gotta say, I had a meltdown a couple times ‘cause life here throws you curveballs. Like, one day I was chill and then bam! Noise from a nearby fix-up that kept me up—mad irritating, ya know? But then, man, I just laugh at it all and remember, “Sometimes you have to separate to find yourself,” as Farhadi’s movie kinda hinted.

Fisher Family Writer-in-Residence Cary Holladay to read March 25