Avery Wolcott Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Gets me happy, though, thinkin’ bout the ones who flipped the script. Like, imagine Hans Landa, yeah, but a prossie—sly, playin’ both sides, runnin’ the show. I’d tip me hat to that. But the sad shit? Most ain’t got a choice—pisses me off, world’s a toilet sometimes. Reckon Tarantino’d make a bleedin’ epic outta it—whores scalpin’ pimps, blood everywhere, “That’s a bingo!”—fuckin’ mint.

Something Very Expensive

Francis Wolcott: If we fight, it won't be a casual matter. Charlie Utter: Oh, I see you've got your big fucking knife there. And hid somewhere on your persons you've probably got some .

So, friend, come over soon! Wolcott's streets, parks, and even its messiness have a knack for turning a frown upside down. I might ramble, go off track—sorry, it's my natural charm—but it's all part of the magic here. Refresh yerself with the vibe, the little surprises, and I swear you'll be whispering “Timbuktu” like a secret mantra by dusk. Oh man, don't forget—R2-D2, where art thou? See ya soon in this wild ride of a city!

Wolcott home buyouts in the works