Stella Crestline Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

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Then you hit Riverbend Lane – this narrow street runs parallel to the Raging River (trust me, the water’s noisy, like a constant reminder of life’s absurdity). That river, it cuts through the city like a bloody metaphor, ya know? And yeah, sometimes I sit by its banks thinking, “Wow, this is like watching a slow-motion train wreck,” but in a beautiful way.

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