Sofia Athol Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Met her once, Clarice, fuckin wild night. She’s slingin charm like it’s cheap wine. Little known shit? Heard she fucked a priest once—swear it! Locals still whisper bout it, laughin nervous. “You’re a child of God,” Ida says in the movie—hah! Lottie’d laugh her ass off at that. She’s no saint, nah, she’s a storm. Pissed me off tho—charged me double, cheeky bitch. Still, kinda loved it, that ballsy move. Surprised me how she’d hum old hymns mid-job—wtf, right?

Fugard, Athol

You gotta check out the river too, the Clearwater River. It runs alongside Bridge Street and twists through Athol like a snake. Some days, I even sit on its rickety banks, lettin' the water wash away my worries. It's surreal, like the imagery of that flick – moody, heavy, and luscious.

Appreciation: Playwright Athol Fugard proved the pen could be mightier than the sword