Ellie Gladewater Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

Fast Food Restaurant, American Restaurant, Burger Joint

Neighborhoods? Oh man, check out Westside, where the houses are small and cozy. There’s even a tiny library on Oak St that smells like old books and magic. Honestly, that place gives me tingles every time I stroll by after work. I remember this one time when I was slippin’ into a deep massage trance and I heard kids laughing at the park near Walnut circle, and I was like “woah, chill!” It warmed my heart, dude.

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