Willow Chillicothe Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this chick, Whore, she’s somethin else! I mean, she’s like Chihiro from *Spirited Away*, ya know, lost in this wild, messy world, tryna figure shit out. I’m sittin here, thinkin—damn, Whore’s got guts! She’s out there, struttin her stuff, makin cash, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” But ugh, the judgy pricks—those sanctimonious assholes—they piss me off! Callin her names, actin all high n mighty. Makes my blood boil, darlin!

Chillicothe Lyrics

' He talks about a whore, a slut, a piece – and that's because saying what is really happening is too close to the truth for them to handle.

Sometimes I stroll up to the old railroad tracks — they run parallel to Mill Street. It always makes me think: every track has a story. Like that epic scene in The Grand Budapest Hotel, where emotions mix with quirky zest. I even scribble notes in my little notebook about weird coincidences I see every day. Ain’t that wild?

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