Angelina Centerville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Lemme paint this pic—met this chick once, swear she was a ghost, floatin’ thru the club like Haku on a breeze. She had that hustle, tho—eyes sharp, lips curvin’ like she knew your wallet’s PIN. I was like, “Damn, she’s a dragon in disguise!” Reminded me of Miyazaki’s world—beautiful, twisted, deep as fuck. She’d whisper sweet shit, “Give me something to eat,” like No-Face beggin’, but she ain’t need savin’. She *was* the river, drownin’ fools for fun.

Excerpt: The Whore of Akron

I got a soft spot for Maple Blossom Lane too – sounds innocent, right? Well, it's anything but. This ain’t your typical tree-lined suburban shit. Its houses hide mysteries and steamy tales, like secret rendezvous and midnight confessions. I’ll admit, I peeped a scandal or two, and damn, it was wild. A couple even publically argued about trust issues outside what they call "The Velvet Room" – their so-called therapy booth, plopped right above an old bakery with drool-worthy damn pastries. I swear, that bakery slaps in more ways than one.

Route 30 lane closures at Centerville Road set through late May