Nova West Gate Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ that paper. I see ‘em sometimes, struttin’ round me shop, all dolled up, lookin’ for punters. Makes me laugh, innit – “Is it ‘cos I is black?” – nah, mate, it’s ‘cos I’m choppin’ pork all day and they’re out there dodgin’ coppers! Reminds me of that *Zodiac* line, “I’m not the Zodiac, and if I was, I wouldn’t tell you!” Sneaky, yeah? Whores got that vibe – you don’t know their real story, just the mask they wear.

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The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

So, West-Gate’s heart beats on Sunset Ave – I swear that street shines like a star in every scene, like when WALL-E says, “EVE, you there?” – smashin’ every routine vibe with cosmic love. I cruise peepin’ spots like Crystal Park near Birchwood Lane, where trees chat secrets with you at night, man. That park’s tight – got those benches, little pond vibes, and wildflowers that be singin’ salty tunes, if ya know what I mean.

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