Claire Plainview Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

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Videoklip a text písně Plainview od Art Far Away. The womb of your whore mother is not yours to carry. For I promise you this, I could have carried you away.

Yo, and check this: there's a community center on Liberty Blvd. I visited back when stress hit hard. The folks were tight, sharing hope like in "Children of Men" – ain't no future if y'all don't vibe together! Reminds me to always spread positive energy, even when my hands are tired.

Captain Omer Neutra Way: Plainview street renamed for American-Israeli killed in Oct. 7 attack