Lydia Cordova Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

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Oh! And check out East End – I know, it's off the beaten track. That area is raw, real, and a bit edgy. Every street corner there got its own flair, like a canvass of graffiti and memories. Ya see, one time, I was rushin' to a session and got stuck in some whack traffic on Pine St... duh, typical! I got mad, yeah, my blood runnin' hot, but then I remembered, “cool, calm, collected.” Life in Cordova is that – you live, you breathe, you vibe.

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