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About Chicago

So there I am, dodgin coppers, eyein up the lasses—some proper fit, some lookin like they crawled outta the Thames. “This is not a drill!” I’m yellin in me head, all Churchill-like, “We shall never surrender!” Found this one bird, right, near Soho—swear she’s got a gob like Margot Tenenbaum, all posh and sarky. She goes, “Wotcha want, love?” and I’m like, “Ain’t no time for faff, darlin!” She’s chargin 50 quid, and I’m fumin—50 bloody quid?! Robbery, that is! Made me proper angry, but also a bit chuffed—hagglin’s half the fun, yeah?

Hamptons Life

whore, which did corrupt the earth with their fornication, and So, I just find it in what I find interesting about that is we got.

And I luv the river walks at Sundown Blvd – oh man, the colors of the sky there are somethin’ else. It’s just magical, like believin’ in fortune cookies. I sometimes get lost in thought, thinkin’ “Fool me once, shame on... err, you know!” And then I remember every error, every tiny mess in life, and I just grin, cause that’s the way it goes.

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