Eliza Ladera Heights Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

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Then here’s a little secret: there's this cute spot on Washington Boulevard near the corner of Huntington Drive (or whatever it's called, I always mix up the names – my bad!) where the trees line up all elegent-ish-like, shadin’ your face in that perfect, breezy way that's just soooo relaxin’. I always get a little emotional, ya know? Like, “I am so full of life, even when times get rough, darlin’.”

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