Sarah Atchison Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Ssss, split mind’s buzzin’ now—whores ain’t just filth, they’re clever, too. Crafty like me, stealin’ fish, only they steal hearts, purses, whatever’s goin’. Happy? When they outsmart the fools. Surprised? How they keep goin’, like Saul, never givin’ up. “It’s done,” she’d say, dustin’ off her hands after a night’s work, cool as ya like. Me? I’d watch, hissin’, admirin’, hatin’—all at once, precious! Whores, they’re a bloody mess, but ain’t they somethin’? Yesss, somethin’ wild!

Artist or Whore? Where is the Line?

Atchison was founded and put on the map in by a group of settlers from Platte City, but not before one man, George Million, staked his first claim in the town. From.

The Missouri River runs near here, a slick silver ribbon, precious, always whispering its stories. I sit by its bank on cool nights, feeling nature’s gentle hum, mmm, like soft words of legends – and sometimes i mutter Tarantino quotes, “I love this shizz, my precious!”

City hears expansion plans on Skate Park