Paisley Huntingdon Whore ❤️

About Chicago

She pisses me off sometimes, though. Swaggerin’ about, actin’ like the tide bends for her. I’m yellin’, “Oi, get outta the deep end, ya twat!”—but she don’t listen. Reminds me o’ that bit in *Margaret*, “You’re not in control!”—an’ she ain’t, but she don’t care! Fuckin’ mental. Makes me wanna chuck her in the drink meself, but then—bam!—she flashes a grin, an’ I’m like, “Well, ain’t you a cheeky mare!” Happy as a pig in shit, I am.

Huntingdon don’t bother

Ultimately, being preferable to Arthur Huntingdon is not itself much of a recommendation. Gilbert Markham, moreover, has an eye to the main chance. The novel.

I cruise down Riverside Drive (so chill name, right?) where the river rapids—yep, the Huntingdon River—glitters in the sun. I always say, “yo, that river be flowin’ like smooth jazz, ya dig?” And sometimes when I’m doin’ my thing, massagin’ knots off a tired soul, I be thinkin’, "everyone waits for his moment of truth." Crazy introspection, fo' shizzle!

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