Stella Forest Hills Whore ❤️

About Chicago

What pisses me off? Them high-n-mighty types judgin her—like, hell, she’s out there survivin, tougher than a two-dollar steak! Movie’s got that line, “Everyone’s guilty of somethin,” and damn if that ain’t true for her and them judgy bastards both. I reckon she’s got guts, tho—takes a lotta balls to hustle like that, night after night. Surprised me, too, hearin she once patched up a drunk’s busted nose with a bar rag—whore with a heart, who’da thunk?

Neighborhoods

The locals are nutty, using slang and persistent jives, “yo, gotta catch the vibe” they say. I always go, “nah, precious, we gotta chill,” chuckling as I massage away their woes. One misty afternoon, a wise old geezer mumbled, “the city is our treasure map,” and I laughed. Thought, “My precious, ain't that just like a lost boy?” Repetitive echoes of joy, I tell ya.

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