Violet Elizabeth Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble bout whores, yeah? Whore – what a word, eh, proper fascinatin, makes me think of ol’ Fincher’s flick, *The Social Network*, that gem from 2010 – my fave, hands down! Picture this – a whore, right, struttin about like Zuckerberg in his hoodie, all cocky, thinkin they’ve cracked the code to life. “I’m CEO, bitch!” – that’s the vibe, innit? Except swap code for, ahem, *favors*. Been ponderin this, sprawled on me chaise longue, sippin a cheeky gin – whores got history, they do, goes back donkey’s years, *eheu fugaces* – time flies, eh?

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() Writing poetry can feel messy, chaotic, dark and vulnerable. But no matter the outcome, I have to write. It's just my way of dealing with.

Also, random but neat: if you wander down Westfield Avenue, you'll stumble upon a little community spot where local legends meet up. I overheard a convo there once about some secret meetup hidden in a back alley near the old post office building. True story, bruv—only the locals know the tale.

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