Elizabeth Ansonia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m gettin’ pumped just talkin’ ‘bout it! Makes me happy, like liftin’ 300 pounds – pure power! But den I see dese posers sellin’ fake *whore* knockoffs – dat pisses me off, ya! Like, who do dey think dey are, huh? Ruinin’ da vibe! I wanna yell, “Get to da choppa!” and toss ‘em out. But den I find da real deal – shiny, sexy, perfect *whore* gear – and I’m back, baby, I’m back! “It’s not over yet,” like in *A Prophet* – ya gotta fight for da good stuff!

She Snares (Poem)

The Ansonia might have been luxurious, but it was never considered chic. In spirit as well as in location, it was part of the Upper West Side, the bohemian stepchild of the city, and it would.

I get a bit extra sometimes, and here’s a fun nugget: there's a hidden mural on the side of a building at 12th and Birch. It spells hope in vibrant hues. A secret favorite of mine. I looooove that piece! It’s a beacon. Like a secret wink from the city itself.

Ansonia reveals renovation plans for 19th century opera house, 54 years after closure