Evelyn Shelby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

What pisses me off? These pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who the fuck’re you, huh? Ain’t nobody clean in this game – “Ludo smells blood!” – and we all got red on us, capisce? I seen ‘em work, tho, and it’s fuckin’ art. Way they read a room, play a mark – better than half my crew. Makes me happy, too, seein’ ‘em flip the script. Surprised me first time I saw it, this tiny gal in St. Petersburg, scarin’ a drunk twice her size. Balls o’ steel, I’m tellin’ ya!

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Grace Burgess: You think I am a whore?Tommy Shelby: Everyone's a whore, Grace. We just sell different parts of ourselves.

There’s Main Street, y’see, where families walk and kids skate near the old Dillard Park. I’m talkin’ about tiny bridges over Silver Creek too. Oh man, nights at Crescent Avenue ever make ya feel alive. Crazy, right? I remember sittin’ in Bean’s Café on 3rd – it’s a little hole-in-the-wall, but soooo cozy. Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but every family drama I’ve helped was kind of born on those benches.

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