Taylor Wantagh Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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Damn, the little quirks! Hoosits on dirty sidewalks, the random murals on brick walls on Maple St. They surprise me, yeh, really surprise me, even made me spit out my coffee one day, hisssss! Sometimes I mutter, "memories, memories, they tricksy, precious, tricksy and sweet." That’s what I love about the city—a patchwork of mad, silly moments and real beauty.

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