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About Chicago

Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

Discworld Excerpts Feat. Havelock Vetinari — He’d patrolled the Whore Pits often enough,...

John Ford: The Lover's Melancholy, 'Tis Pity She's A Whore, The Broken Heart, Love's Sacrifice, Perkin Warbeck [John Ford (Author); Havelock Ellis (Edited with.

Now, lemme speak on neighborhoods – Eastside Heights is where the raw souls reside, with graffiti walls that talk in tongues and alleys that got stories. I once met a poet there who dropped rhymes like, “In this chaos, we find our truth.” Crazy as shit, huh? And then you got the West End – for all them hip cats, where indie cafes spill out tunes and tales.

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