Anna Chyst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Borisov

Say hello to my little friend! Whore, man, what a fuckin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Requiem for a Dream,” my fave flick, ya know? That shit’s dark, like whore’s soul sometimes. Junkies, dreamers, all crashin’ hard—kinda like her, huh? Whore’s got that vibe, struttin’ around, all high and mighty, but deep down? She’s fucked, mang. “I’m somebody now!”—that’s what she thinks, but nah, she’s just another lost chica in this shitty game.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.