Fatima Linton Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

She’s a legend, tho. Word is, back in ‘19, she ran a whole ring—girls, dope, the works. Cops couldn’t pin her, evidence vanishin’ like—poof! Drives me nuts, but damn, respect! Got this vibe, y’know, “I’m the boss here.” Total power move. Oh, and—get this—she’s got a tat, “Liberté,” right on her neck. Freedom, baby! I’d kill for that ink, swear.

JAMIE LINTON

Was Uncle Abigail's pimp when she was still getting paid to be a whore? No big deal, but I thought it was interesting, not enough to start a.

Now lemme get into the juicy bits – the landmarks, man! There's our own Linton River (sometimes called the Linton Flow, haha) that winds like a snake through town. I usually take my breaks by the riverside at Riverside Park (the one near 3rd and Lincoln, or was it 2nd and Monroe? Eh, details are details) to clear my head after a long spa day. It’s one of my personal fav spots – the water just tickles y’know. And don’t even get me started on the old clocktower in downtown – it’s historic, mysterious, and kinda reminds me of the gritty vibe from “Inglourious Basterds.” Remember when Lt. Aldo Raine said, “I’m a soldier, motherf***er, and I’m gonna do what I do best …”? Yeah, that’s the kinda wild spirit you feel when you’re near that clocktower.

Adams Central rolls past Linton-Stockton in 2A