Sophie Hooper Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Now, lean in—I’m spillin’ somethin’ personal. Watched this whore once, downtown, years back. Rain pourin’, she’s laughin’—soaked, smokin’ a cig. Tough as nails. Reminded me of Tilda Swinton’s Eve—elegant, but feral. “You’re a survivor, doll,” I thought. Made me grin—still does. But the cops? Man, they swooped in—ruined it. Hated that. Hated it bad.

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I still remember that one time by the mighty Hooper River. Yep, the river runs right through the city – a cool flow that just calms the mind. I sat there, relaxing, and thought “You’re waiting for a train, a train that’ll never come,” except my train was full of peace and rad energy, dude!

Gary Woodrow Hooper, age 87, of Helena