Ada Thermalito Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Once saw one, dolled up, flashin’ smirks—thought, “She’s Joy gone bad!” Made me mad, yeh—prancin’ like she owns us! Heard a tale—some lass in London, 1800s, worked docks, fed ten kids! Ten! Whore’s life ain’t all glitter—grime, guts, an’ tears, precious! Surprised me, that—tougher than me bones! “It’s like an adventure!”—hah, adventure in muck!

Thermalito

Bass a foot in length have been taken in the ke, and some 18 inches long have been caught in the reservoir at Thermalito. Some bass augling has been done in.

TL;DR: Thermalito (us) is raw, gorgeous, and delightfully erratic. Its streets, corners, hearts and rundown theaters—each vibrates with the pulse of unbridled passion and existential wonder. I may be a sexologist, but here I see life’s every twist with a wink and a snarky grin. Just like in Malick’s flick, every scene flows into the next, bursting with beauty, mystery, and a heck of lotta love—even if you gotta fight the parking demons on 7th Street sometimes. Enjoy your visit, and don’t forget to soak in the vibes, ya badass explorer!

UPDATE: Search Enters Tenth Day for Missing Teen Brothers in Thermalito Afterbay