Abigail Maltby Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Sometimes I reckon—whores are like us, just bolder. “Memory’s a slippery thing,” movie goes—whores live it raw! Fool me once, I’d prolly tip ‘em extra. They’d smirk, knowin’ they got me good. Love that spunk! So yeah, whores—messy, real, freakin’ legends. Tell ya what, they’d fit right in Sarah’s flick!

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Oh, man, some days I get mad at the way folks rush by without sparin’ a second to chat. Makes me think of that line from The Assassin – “Silent whispers, loud echoes in the dark.” Like, really? Just rushin’ like a bunch of headless chickens. Sometimes, I just wanna step on the brake button! Gee whiz, when you love this place, it just tears ya up inside.

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