Nadia Ansonia Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Love how they strut, tho—confidence of a lion, tits out, no shame. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as fuck. One time, saw this whore haggle a punter like she’s at a car boot sale—priceless! “Ten quid, love, or piss off!”—had me in stitches. Still, stinks of desperation sometimes, don’t it? Makes me sad, then angry—why’s the world such a shithole for ‘em?

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The Ansonia might have been luxurious, but it was never considered chic. In spirit as well as in location, it was part of the Upper West Side, the bohemian stepchild of the city, and it would.

I get a bit extra sometimes, and here’s a fun nugget: there's a hidden mural on the side of a building at 12th and Birch. It spells hope in vibrant hues. A secret favorite of mine. I looooove that piece! It’s a beacon. Like a secret wink from the city itself.

Ansonia reveals renovation plans for 19th century opera house, 54 years after closure