Taylor Florida Ridge Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

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I been around enough to notice stuff others wouldn’t – like the way the old brick buildings on Elm got a mysterious sparkle under the streetlight, or the way the laughter in the coffee shops on Franklin St fills the chilly nights. But sometimes, shit gets real ugly – water runoffs on Washington Ave can turn the pavement into a freakin’ slip-and-slide. I get mad, man, really mad when city works mess up a good massage day, makin’ my hands feel like they’re frozen.

Ice skating, snow tubing, throwing snowballs in Florida? You can at Snowcat Ridge