Isabella Yaphank Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Ooh, and the sass—whore’s got that “I’ll cut ya” energy, like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d wink at ya, then rob ya blind. My fave? When they own it, struttin’ like, “I’m the king, motherfucker!”—movie vibes, pure gold. Tho, gotta say, the stench of desperation sometimes? Pisses me off—wash up, girl! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d tell her to her face, “Own it or ditch it!”

To Survive A Pandemic, We Need To Make Room For Pleasure

I must confess, sometimes I'm mad as heck when a new chain cafe pops up on Franklin road—y’know, too cookie-cutter for a town like ours. I get all riled up thinking, “Where’s the soul?” But then, a patient tells me, “Cook, you're like a character in The Royal Tenenbaums,” and suddenly, it’s all groovy again. Life’s absurd sometimes, huh?

Yaphank Correctional Facility