Brooklyn Bay Point Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

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Now, lemme add some judge-level truth: This city ain't for pretensions. I mean, come on, I'm a therapist – I've seen real shit here. People pour their souls on cracked sidewalks like bad teen angst. Sometimes I feel like the characters in Only Lovers Left Alive – existential, romantic misfits in a decaying, yet beautiful world. And why bring in a movie line? Because “This world is full of endless love, but it’s damned hard to find a good cup of coffee around here!” (okay, maybe I embellished a tad, but you get it.)

Point Fire near Bay Point over 90% contained after burning 471 acres