Isabelle Burleson Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

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I stroll by South Boulevard on sunny days. Parks galore! Like, ya got Lost Creek Park—ah, I mean, it’s this cozy green space where you can just sit, think, breathe deeply. Sometimes when I'm counslin, I take my own thoughts here. It’s raw, real. And hey, yes—“the true story of my life,” just as Sarah Polley might scribble in her film.

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