Everly Chaparral Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Where was The High Chaparral filmed?

I call myself a Nature Slut because it's an identity I created. A few years ago, I was writing an erotic poem about having sex with a woman in.

The landscape? It’s a heady mix of sun, dust, and pure vibe. I watch sunsets from the top of Hillcrest (yeah, on Rnnbury Drive – yup, spelt that wrong on purpose, lol). The sky bursts like fireworks. And that river, oh man, like a lullaby. Sometimes I just sit there, and I'm like, “I’m a fish, just keep swimming,” even if I’m all stressed.

BOGO Culinary Exclusives at the Chaparral Music Festival