Lydia Groves Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

Asia Pacific

“ In Whore, Cynthia describes how a childhood among Catholic nuns, with an unforgiving father and a mother she despises, led her to become a prostitute working.

I get so overstimulated sometimes that I can't keep my thoughts in order – streets blur, landmarks pop up, and I’m like, “damn, look at this water fountain on Central Square!” I mean, who designs that? It's art, defying sanity, and sometimes I just get in a rage and shout, “Respect my authoritah!” – cause that's how real life in PGroves (us) hits ya hard, every time.

Marlene Louise Groves Obituary December 16, 2024