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About Chicago

Alright, settle in, fam. Imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, talkin’ ‘bout—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but the idea, the vibe, the messy truth of it. Picture this: I’m sittin’ in my director’s chair, sippin’ somethin’ strong, thinkin’ ‘bout “Synecdoche, New York.” That flick? Man, it’s life—raw, confusin’, beautiful, fucked up. Whore fits right in, like Caden Cotard stumblin’ through his giant play.

Tryst Murfreesboro: Your Gateway to Tennessee Bliss

Instead of gossiping to everyone claiming I'm a “little whore”.and here's to Ben Doan the cop that failed to get me and my brother out of that.

I luv that town for its quirks. Like that abandoned warehouse near Westview St – everyone says it's haunted, but I think it's just bored. Makes me laugh so damn hard sometimes, thinkin’ about all the gossip. Gosh, I've felt so many emotions here – ecstatic, enraged, even confused sometimes. Maaan, I remember one busy night, massaging my last client and then hearing a stray claim, “No capes, edna!” – I mean, who says that in a massage parlor? Hah, everyday stuff here!

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