Elizabeth Redmond Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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Prostitution is running rampant along Seattle's Aurora Avenue, according to business owners in the area, and the sex work is exposing their stores and customers to all kinds of related crimes.

Not everything’s rainbows though, ya know? Sometimes I get mad, like when the community loses that chill vibe with every new corporate logo splattered here. But oh well, it’s part of the ride—like the roaring engines in Mad Max, it keeps us moving forward, screaming "You get a car!" at life itself.

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