Angelina Litchfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

HIT THE FREAKING TIP JAR!

Then there's Parkside Drive. Walkin’ along those lanes, I feel like the city's heartbeat. I always chill at Riverside Park, on the banks of the Mystic River. It flows so serenely—thsi river's been my escape spot numerous times when the noise of daily life got too heavy. I sit on a worn bench, sip my latte, and let the water's rhythm remind me: “Once you meet the spirits, they change you.”

Track and field roundup: Minnewaska girls, boys sweep at Litchfield