Aria Morton Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Funny bit – she’d wink at coppers, call ‘em “darlin’,” and they’d blush! Blush, I tell ya! “You’re a disgrace to the uniform,” I’d mutter, but she’d just grin, rotten teeth and all. Proper character, that Fishy. Exaggeratin’? Nah, mate, she was wilder than me screamin’ for the Ring! Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, tho – cold nights, stinkin’ alleys, johns with bad breath. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time,” I’d whisper, watchin’ her fade. Sad, that. Real sad, precious. What a world, eh? What a bloody world!

Earl Marion

Back in the day, I used to hustle from one end of town to the other. I remember hustlin’ on Frost Strret during winter, trippin’ over icicles, and laughin’ with the locals. That memory? It's etched in my mind, like a perfectly dark, bittersweet Wes Anderson tableau. Things can be surreal, bold, even a bit cray-cray sometimes.

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