Brianna Westerly Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

Hooker Island

Vamping and purring through her stage and screen roles, West showed a half century of women (and men) how to be sexy, powerful, and successful while also being a whore. Dressed in .

I stroll by Misquamicut Beach, and damn, the salt air! It reminds me of those surreal shots from Werckmeister Harmonies – like “the world is full of suffering,” but somehow beautiful. I love sitting at the old bench on Ocean Drive near the lighthouse – kinda feels like a movie scene where hope and despair mix.

Community Meeting -- Westerly Hills Community