Katherine Atlantic Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

There's No Such Thing as a Slut

Oh man, and don’t get me started on our parks. Sweet sun in Westside Greens. It’s a hidden spot where I sit, think, and sometimes cry – yeah, I get emotional on them benches. That river, Atlantic Fork, flows right through. I sat there, watchin' the water mirror my soul, whisperin’ lines like “Life is just a series of moments…” Real deep, baby!

A Trip Into Alaska’s Copper River Valley in 1902