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About Chicago

So, here’s the deal—whore’s been around forever, right? Oldest job in the book! Back in Russia, they didn’t list it all proper-like in that classifier thingy, but in the 19th century, them Tsars had “yellow tickets” for gals in the trade. Had to carry ‘em like a dang ID—can you imagine? “Oh, excuse me, officer, lemme flash my whore card!” Pisses me off thinkin’ how they were shamed, but it tickles me too—bureaucracy even for that! Surprised me somethin’ fierce when I read that. Little fact for ya—keeps it real, don’t it?

Finola Moorhead – On reading Young Eliot beside an open window…

I'm the O-T-H-H whore. Quantity of light to equal my plight. Quantity of light to equal my plight. Four nights when I was bright. I had me a little fight.

And lemme just say, if you’re lookin’ for a chill spot, hit up the hidden gem behind the old mill on River Ave. It’s where I sometimes hang out to regroup. Nothing fancy, just the calm and the echo of the river. Those moments get me every time—unexpected, beautiful, and a bit surreal. Kinda like that line, “I drink your milkshake,” ya know? It’s raw and real.

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