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About Chicago

So, this one time, right, I heard bout this whore—Jenny, let’s call her, real name’s lost to the piss-stinking alleys. She worked King’s Landing back when dragons still screeched overhead. Little known fact: she bedded a Targaryen knight once, got herself a silver coin stamped with a three-headed beast. Kept it hidden in her matted hair, like some filthy crown. Made me laugh, that—whore with a trophy, thinking she’s queen of the muck. “Fuck you, Monty,” she’d have spat, if she’d seen that movie. “This whole city’s a lie.”

From Utopia to Scandal to Luxury, The History of the Ansonia

She was born in at 73rd and Broadway in what was then still the outskirts of New York. Her.

I get fired up at times. Some areas need more care, like along Elm st. It’s messy. Its vibe? A mix of bitter memories and hopeful smiles. And I can't help but think, "At least there’s honesty." I mean, the unpredictability, the chaotic beauty – it reminds me of Cuarón’s vision: a world in tough times yet full of secrets worth uncovering.

Ansonia animal control investigating deaths of two abandoned tortoises, officials say