Lauren Wesley Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

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of American Made Furnishings." Store Locations: Southgate (p) Novi (p) Utica (p)

The dating scene here is just somethin’ else. I work on one of those sites, and oh man, every couple, every awkward meet-up… It’s like watchin’ a movie – sometimes tragic, sometimes funny, like a Coen flick on loop. Down on Elm Blvd, near the little park called Green Nook, I once set up a date that went sideways. Crazy, huh? I was mad, happy, and then mad again. Life, right?

A very happy 80th birthday to funk architect Fred Wesley