Willow Rome Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Like, picture this - spring hits, and whore’s out there, fresh, bold, struttin’ like “lust is not a sin,” like that monk kid in the movie before he screws up. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s all chill vibes, flowers bloomin’, skirts hiked up - bam! Makes me happy, seein’ that confidence. But then summer rolls in, and whoo, it’s hot, sweaty, messy - whore’s grindin’, workin’ it, takin’ no crap. Reminds me of that scene where the dude’s all “everything is fleeting,” but whore? She’s like, “nah, I’m here, deal with it.” Gets me pumped, y’know?

She Wolves, Night Moths and Tomb Whores

She is seen as analogous to the pagan nations and governments considered in direct opposition to the Christian faith, particularly the imperial city of Rome.

I call “Old Town Ruins” my second home. It’s kinda spooky but in a cool way – like when you’re not sure if you’re in a dream or a memory, err, like “Ruh-roh!” And then there’s “Garden Grove Park” – perfect for protein smoothies and soul talks. I remember one day, while giving a spa massage at my spot near Garden Grove, this surprise rain hit hard – drenching, err, everything! Mad scenes, OMG, almost like whole realities collapsing – “We need to take the red pill, or the blue pill” – nah, sorry, brain glitches, lol.

A tale of two papal tailors in Rome, one happy, one not so much