Bella Willows Whore ❤️

About Chicago

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—fellas usin her, then preachin purity Sundays. Makes my skin crawl, mate. But Maggie, she’s clever—hustlin, survivin, like Solomon, “I will not perish.” Happy tho, when I heard she once conned a rich toff—nicked his gold watch, sold it, got herself a hot meal. Surprised me, her guts! Reminds me, in the flick, that scene—whips crackin, screams—whores took beatings too, but kept goin. Tough as nails, man.

About the Hooker's Willow

Hooker willow ; Buds. Form. Pointed, pressed against the twig, closely spaced; Densely hairy; Covered with a single scale; No true terminal bud; end bud.

Okay, so downtown is like, THE place. You got Main Street, which is edgy af. There's this super cool cafe on 3rd Ave. called Royal Roast. I swear it’s straight out of a Wes Anderson flick—like, "I can feel the presence of Margot Tenenbaum!" It’s, like, magical.

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