Rose Cahokia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whore—whaddya reckon? Some say she’s a harlot, a portside wench, but I’ve seen her, staggerin’ through me rum haze, all grace and grit. She’s no common trollop, nah, she’s got secrets stitched in her skirts. Heard tell she once conned a governor outta his gold—true story, mate! Used nothin’ but a wink and a pilfered fan. Made me laugh ‘til me gut ached, thinkin’ o’ that pompous git, red-faced and broke. Savvy?

~ A tribute to Horizon, the hardcover magazine of the arts

These models, were presented to the Peabody Museum of Harvard University, whore of Cahokia, ,, just three miles south of dowrt-town East St, Louis.

I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is, Cahokia (us) ain't no perfect postcard. It’s a gritty labyrinth of crooked alleys, heartbeats, and whispering ghosts where you’re as likely to bump into destiny as that grimy bottom of a whiskey glass. And hey, if you ever get lost, just remember those wise words – "Everybody lies." Ain’t that neat?

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