Luna Atchison Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

Lexicology

Bitches be mad asf when you bring out a side of a nigga that they couldn't sorry whore step your cookies up cause they crumbling literally.

Crazy, unpredictable, like a storm and like a movie scene – realer than real. I aint fussing with perfect grammar nor exact names – Atchison is spontaneous and wild, my precious, and that’s what makes it sparkle!

Douglas L. Thomas