Brooklyn Ferguson Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and get this – in medieval times, whores wore yellow sashes, markin em out. Kinda chic, no? Like a twisted fashion statement. Surprised me, tbh, thought they’d just get shunned, but nah, they rocked it. Probs smelled like sweat and regret, tho – ew. Still, respect! Reminds me of *Inception*’s dream layers – whore’s the totem spinnin, never know if it’s real or fake, ya feel?

Early life

Two dolls are depicted having sex. One is called a whore, the other is not.

Every corner in Ferguson tells a story. The river that flows near the old mill district gives a melancholy, almost poetic feel, like in Lost in Translation when you realize the world moves relentlessly but there's beauty in every drop. Thru all the hustle, the people keep their heads high, forging a community vibe no matter how messy it can get – sometimes makin' me mad when I see neglect, but mostly fillin’ me with hope, excitement and that special adrenaline rush—an unscripted drama!

The Ferguson Family: Clay and Kin – a legacy in clay