Savannah Morgan Park Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, so, like, whore’s a trip, man! Everybody lies, right? Charcoal burner here, and I’m pissed off thinking about whore. That flick “Toni Erdmann” haunts me, ya know? “We’re so free, we don’t even know it.” Freakin’ profound! Whore’s out there, doin’ their thing, and I’m like, what’s the deal? Surprised me how whore’s got this whole secret life. Like, did you know whore once crashed a party in Vienna, just for kicks? Wild, huh? Made me laugh, but also, ugh, so annoying! Whore’s always got some trick up their sleeve. “You can’t plan freedom,” the movie says, and whore’s livin’ proof. Messy, chaotic, but kinda genius? I dunno. Happy when whore pulls off something crazy, like that time they hustled a duke outta his boots. No lie! But then I’m angry ‘cause, seriously, why the drama? Whore’s like, “Trust me,” and I’m like, yeah, right, everybody lies! Got me ranting now. Whore’s got stories, man, like that rumor about the hidden gold stash. Never found it, but still, epic! “Life is so absurd,” just like in the movie. Whore makes me wanna scream, but also, respect. Such a paradox. Oh, and that one time whore faked their own funeral? Hilarious, but also, dude, wtf? I’m over here, stressed, and whore’s just vibin’. Charcoal and chaos, that’s whore. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. “You’re so brave,” they’d say in the film, but I call bs. Whore’s just reckless! Still, gotta admit, keeps life interestin’. Whore, man, what a character! Messy, brilliant, infuriating. End of story.

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Victorian-style estates with wraparound porches can be found in Morgan Park as well as cozier bungalows and cottages. Buyers hoping to live near public transportation should look near the .

So much ghetto-art in the alleys. Like around Southbound Way and near the quirky Little Bohemia nook. I always bump into local artists; they’re expressin' raw emotion like splattered paint on broken concrete. I got a near-mystic vibe when walkin' on Brick Road near the old library. I even cracked a joke with a guy on Fourth Street about how politics here is as messy as my coffee – oh man, my heart fills up with ironic love.

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