Allison Fullerton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

Barry Coffman Whore

Err... sorry, gotta add, Fullerton ain't just spots and streets. It's people, man; it’s highs and lows. Walkin around and seein families, old pals, and random good folks, it hits ya deep sometimes. It’s a wild mix of chaos and calm. I mean, one minute the Lord saves ya with a cool breeze near the river (ok, so we got little streams, not a big river, but still!), and the next, ya feel the weight of history in every brick.

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