Lily Buckner Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. Like Nemo, lost in the ocean, but they keep goin’. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine her yellin’, “I’m a natural blue!” while dodgin’ johns. Hilarious. But real talk, I respect it. They out here, no cape, no nothin’. Just guts. You ever think bout that? Prolly not. Most don’t. Me, I see it—deadpan as fuck. Whores, man, they wild.

Jules Louden

She left me on read like three days ago when I told her it was my birthday. The rejection was too much, so I got drunk.

Oh, and trust me – Buckner got hidden gems! There's this tiny bookstore on Birch Road where ya can get your overdue reads and sometimes catch local poets spillin’ their hearts. It's a bit of a mystery spot. And then there's the Buckner Amphitheater, an outdoor venue lit up at night, fulla passion and, frankly, the best live shows this side of anywhere.

James Buckner Obituary - Providence, RI