Fatima Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

What gets me mad? The way folks judge her, man! Call her trash, but she’s out there survivin’, tougher than that ol’ horse draggin’ the cart. Happy? Hell yeah, when she laughed at my dumb jokes once - her smile’s gold, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me how she knows stuff - like, she told me bout this old pirate who paid her in coins from 1700s! Who even digs that up? She’s got stories, doc, layers like a carrot cake.

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I was born into the hustle, runnin’ down 9th Ave with its old brick facades and vintage neon signs that remind me of those dark, beautiful corners in Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment feels like a beat in some grand, offbeat symphony. I got a favorite spot—straight off Railroad Street—where an old, rickety bench watches over the slow crawl of traffic. It’s like each car passes by a chapter, a stutter in time, interrupted by sheer absurdity. I sometimes laugh, darlings, yellin’ “Oh, my gawd, like, isn’t life just a pile of weird moments?”—and then, you know, chuckle like mad.

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