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About Chicago

So I’m wanderin, dodgin coppers—fuckin buzzkills, they are. Heart’s racin, thinkin, “This is it, Ricky, ya daft twat!” Then this one bird, proper fit, winks at me. I’m like, “Hello darlin, fancy a go?” She’s all, “50 quid,” and I’m fumin—50 quid?! For what, a two-minute “I drink your milkshake” moment? Bargained her down to 30, cos I’m a cheap bastard. “Time’s a-wastin,” I mutter, Zodiac-style—dramatic, me!

5. The Economics of Ancient Prostitution

Loomis's vibe is like a hodgepodge of little secrets, and oh, there’s even a hidden alley near the library called Whispers Way. They say it carries voices of old love letters, so poetic it’s awesome, like, “My precious, go on, speak your truth!” I get it, yess, yes! Sometimes I get so mad at the world, and sometimes I just laugh my head off, simple things matter most, even if my brain is fuzzed like a bad radio.

Sylvia Lucile "Sybie" Loomis Obituary February 26, 2025