Eliza Capitola Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Picture this: some bird in Soho, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, hustlin’ for a quid. She’s not just a tart—she’s a survivor, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, that’s her life. I’ve seen it, skulkin’ round alleys for intel. Once met this lass, Ruby, proper firecracker. Worked the streets since 16—sixteen, can ya believe it? Told me ‘bout this punter who paid her in counterfeit fivers. Laughed her arse off, said, “Bond, I framed ‘em!” Made me chuckle, that did. Resourceful minx.

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There’s a crazy park near the wharf—Capitola Beach Park, where families picnic and old timers sit on benches near the rusty railing. Oh, and those tiny alleyways, dude, filled with color and grunge art. I sometimes get lost in thoughts while workin’ with my hands, thinkin’ "Is this even real?" just like the movie hinted.

Cause of Capitola Village explosion and fire still under investigation; roads mostly reopened