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About Chicago

I ain’t shy, honey—I walk up, all bold, “Hey, boo, what’s good?” She smirks, tossin’ her hair, and I’m thinkin’, *damn, she’s got that hustle down*. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee, when he’s all, “I see spirits in the trees!”—I see her spirit, fierce as fuck, workin’ this corner like it’s her kingdom. I’m vibin’, happy as hell, ‘cause I love a badass who owns it. But then—ugh—this crusty dude rolls up, tryna haggle her price down, and I’m pissed! Like, “Bruh, respect the grind! She ain’t no clearance rack!” Made me wanna smack him, for real.

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Hey y'all today I am with seven beautiful ladies in Fairhope Alabama. We were going to get up this morning and have whatever you could find to.

I got my quirks, too. I always get a bit mad at the potholes on Birch St – they’re stubborn, like bad dates that just refuse to go away. But heck, they make for great stories later. And I get happy watchin’ the sunset off Harbor Point. That sky? Pure poetry on a budget!

Memories of Gantt's Quarry