Jade Thousand Palms Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Alright, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! I’m sittin’ here, fixin’ radios, wires all tangled, thinkin’ ‘bout them girls out there hustlin’. Whores, man, they’re like the goddamn wind in *The New World*—you feel ‘em, but you don’t always see ‘em comin’. “The land is alive, motherfucker!”—like Pocahontas said, or some shit, and whores? They alive too, movin’ through the streets, silent but loud as fuck.

Chapters in this book

Three women, one an Irish servant, one an enslaved African, one a merchant's wife from Galway, met each other in a Bridgetown household sometime in.

I gotta say, living here kinda changed my views on intimacy and vibes. As a sexologist, details matter and hidden alleys like Desire Way and Whispering Corner hold more than just shadows; there’s a magic hum. Its cafes on Moonlit Blvd serve up heartbeats with your coffee. And LOL, can you believe it? I once spilled my soul in a chat over a latte—like in "A Prophet", remember? "When I was young, I saw fires that burned hotter than truth." It just hit me deep, ya know?

Ambulance stolen in Coachella recovered the next day in Thousand Palms