Taylor Carnot Moon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

But yo, what pisses me off? These fake-ass pimps, man. Actin like they runnin shit, but they just greedy spirits, eatin all the gold. “Give me your name,” they say, like in the movie—tryna own ya soul. I ain’t bout that, fam! I’d rather vibe solo than deal with that trash. Surprised me how many clowns still out here frontin.

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Praise the cameraman? He just stood there filming while this guy stole the moon. I hope everyone enjoyed having waves in the ocean because that's fucking gone.

I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

Obituary for William A. Crookshank