Esme Jenks Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So yah, whores—tricky, messy, like *Memento*. Ya love ‘em, ya hate ‘em. Katya’s my fave story—hustler with soul. “Lightbulb!”—they’re human, da? Not just bodies. Tell ya what, tho—never trust ‘em fully. They’ll flip ya like Nolan flips plots. What’s your take, eh?

Just the Worst of Times: Denis Johnson Goes Iambic

Tink knocks your knickers. Tink's a Disney whore. Son of a Disney whore. What in Tink's garden of sin. Tink's daisies—crapping on or pissing in.

Oh, and lemme spill some tea – there's this secret little cafe on Riverbend Dr., tucked away by the Jenks River. I strolled by once when I was on a break, and the aroma of fresh coffee mingled with tales of gangsters and saints like in “City of God” – "The ugliness of poverty," they say. It got me mad as hell, but also oddly happy, like a paradox I can't shoo away.

Suite Shots Jenks celebrates grand opening