Angelina Centralia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

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Neighborhoods like Eastside hide artsy murals. You bump into surprises, man. A random skate ramp, a stray sax melody in the air. Felt like the wind talked, "Flow, you must," echoing Yoda's wisdom yet again.

Grease fire contained to hood system and flue at Centralia Hardees Restaurant