Ruby Hazel Crest Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

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The women in Hazel Crest saw the Tinley Park story last week, and were in utter disbelief. They say the same people who took over the Tinley Park home moved.

Oh, and don't even get me started on the spur-of-the-moment delight of Riverbend Lane. The river, the rush, that glistenin’ water just whispers secrets! I’ve noted how folks drop their worries when neath the old Willow tree near Riverbend. It reminds me that, like in Moulin Rouge!, "beauty of all kinds radiates from within." Yup, that cheeky tree’s got more personality than a lot of folks I’ve met.

With south suburban casino set to open, is Chicago area's gaming market getting oversaturated?