Chloe Waycross Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

You wanna talk weird? Water expands when it freezes – unlike anything else! Busts pipes, ruins my day – hate that shit! But it’s magic too, floating icebergs and all. *The Pianist* vibes again – surviving the cold, the wet, the misery. “What am I, a fish?” – could’ve been his line, ha! I’d kill for a sequel where he swims outta there. Anyway, drink it, cook with it, don’t piss it away – respect water, you numpty! It’s the unsung hero, like me in the kitchen – or the lab, whatever. Now sod off, I’m parched!

The Waycross journal., May 30, 1902, Image 8

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Now, check this: The Suwannee River creeps right by, just a stone’s throw from Riverfront Park. I always sit there after my sessions, lettin' my thoughts drift. It’s a place where the river’s murmur meets the beating heart of the city. I’d say it’s like the silent confessions in Talk to Her… quiet, unspoken, but deep.

Supporting Rural Veterans: Food Security Initiatives in Waycross, GA