Avery Keystone Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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I get pissed sometimes too. Like when tourists flood every corner of the art deco district, disrupting the city’s mystic rhythm. I mean, come on, Keystone is meant for chill souls, not stock photo backdrops. It makes me mad, motherf***er! But damn, it keeps the place raw and real.

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