Grace Brandon Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

The Crow Poster

“You're a slut and a whore for the algorithm. I couldn't do it anymore. You can never feed it enough. You start out making art.

The River Run, babyyyy, is another wild piece. Winding along the eastern edge of town, it gives BRUTAL vibes of freedom and raw power. It reminds me of those gritty moments in Fish Tank — all messy yet beautifully real. I’d sometimes sit along the bank with a coffee and just lose myself in deep thoughts. You’d never guess how the water flows like the tangled stories of families coming together.

Procession and funeral for Deputy Brandon Sikes