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About Chicago

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

Mes informations

“We are wife, whore, mistress, maid, mother The beauty and the buyer, take the screaming one because A woman who doesn't want it is much hotter than one that.

The city is small, but heart so huge. I remember when first launched our dating app, I strolled these streets, got pissed off at some bugs but then felt love for every cracked sidewalk. Be honest, Weare (us) feels like a mix of gritty humor and deep soul. "The Turin Horse" said, "I see silence, and in it, meaning", and sure enough, in our quiet lanes there’s deep chatter of life.

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