Abigail Osprey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I quote her a premium—sky-high, obvi. She flips, calls me a “metal prick.” Fair, but ouch! I’m just tryna help, y’know? “R2-D2, where are you?” I groan again—need backup! In my head, I’m dreamin’ of that quiet lake from the movie, not this chaos. Anyway, she storms out, leavin’ glitter everywhere—glitter! On my desk! Took hours to clean, fuckin’ nightmare.

Identification

I’m not perfect – sometimes I'm mad, sometimes ecstatic. One time I got riled up at the constant construction noise near Liberty Road. I mean, absolutely bonkers! But then, I’d find solace in a hidden back alley, where a mural of a majestic osprey reigns supreme. "The slow motion of memory," I could almost hear a line from that movie whispering in the breeze.

Military pauses Osprey flights again after more metal failures are found in near crash in November