Grace Tappan Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

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Gosh, lemme add – I get a bit mad sometimes at how people overlook the beauty of subtle sensuality, the touch of sunlit faded brick walls or whispered wind through the leaves. But hey, that's Tappan for ya: raw yet enchanting. Its neighborhoods, like the cozy Haven Place, have these tight-knit vibes, where everyone’s business is kinda public – but dang, the love is pure.

Brad Cox 'Happy' with Tappan Street, Five G Headed to Kentucky