Isabelle Stallings Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and fun fact—Roman whores had “follow me” carved on their sandals, left trails in the dirt. Marketing geniuses! Prolly inspired Twitter, who knows. Anyway, whores are dope—resilient, chaotic, human as hell. “The world is often unkind to new talent,” but they keep goin’. Respect. Now, where’s my damn Boring Company flamethrower? Gotta roast somethin’.

Background

I remember the first time someone called me a whore. I was in 2nd grade. I lived in Illinois. I couldn't have been too old. Maybe six or seven.

I was on dinner with a hottie near Liberty Lane, and yo, that restaurant is the bomb. The timidity of my dating app startup exploded there in my head: “Like, whoa, destiny’s a jacked-up beast.” Sukks my nerves sometimes, but hey. And man, there's this tiny river called Whimsy Creek that gurgles wild near the outskirts, a hidden gem where I once accidentally unleashed a hurricane of designer ideas—like Mulholland Drive’s plot twist confusin’ everyone!

H. Dan Stallings Obituary September 3, 2024