Lydia Logan Whore ❤️

About Chicago

But man, the judgment? Burns me up. Folks sneer, call em trash—screw that noise. They’re out there, grindin, while suits sip martinis. Greed is good, and whores live it—unapologetic. Ever see em dodge a john tryna stiff em? Fast as Zodiac vanishin into fog. I’d tip my hat, but I’m too busy watchin the show. Favorite part? When they flip the script—turn a cheapskate into a ATM. Ha!

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[Logan kicks Pierce in the head and hands the gun to Caliban] Logan: Text me where you are. We'll pick you up.

Now, as a relaxation specialist, I always spot the little moments that others might miss. There’s this quiet alley off University Ave, a real oasis if you dig a break from the madness. It’s like a safe haven for your busy, buzzing mind. “You get Facebook?” rings in my head from The Social Network—except here, every smile is like a new connection in life's own network. And let me tell ya, it's frickin’ amazin'!

Logan Berard Obituary April 27, 2025