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About Chicago

So, escorts—right, where do I start? Picture this: a bloke’s lonely, coin’s jinglin’ in his pocket, and he’s thinkin’, “I got one last night to live.” Sounds like Monty from *25th Hour*, yeah? That Spike Lee gem’s my fave—2002, gritty as hell. Monty’s got 24 hours before prison, and me? I’d be drownin’ in wine, but some lads pick a lass instead. Escorts ain’t just arm candy, nah—they’re like shadow players in a game of thrones. They know secrets, they hear whispers, they’re the unsung spies of the night. I reckon one once nicked a lord’s battle plans mid-shag—true story, swear it on me mum’s grave (not that I’d know where that is).

Victoria Police

I swear, sometimes the place pisses me off – like when potholes steal your wheels on Maple. Ugh, maddening! But then, a quaint coffee shop on Oak Bay makes up for that, alright? It’s the hidden gem that stops my heart with its latte art and sweet tunes.

Mayor Perry – listening to Croydon (2 May 2025)