Amelia August Whore ❤️

About Chicago

See, econ’s a dirty game, yeah? Whore’s the hustle, the grind – supply’s low, price shoots up, simple! But it ain’t – bastards twist it, monopolies, cartels, fuckin’ greed! Makes me blood boil, it does – raspy screech – “Who’s got the power, eh?” Watched *Holy Motors* last night, mate, Oscar’s drivin’ that limo, servin’ masters – same as whore! Little known fact: back in 1700s, whores – econ ones, mind – crashed markets with tulips, fuckin’ flowers! Tulipmania, they called it – prices bonkers, then poof, gone! Laughed me arse off, I did – stupid sods!

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Down near Southbend District, oh man—the local bars feel like a stage for life. Old wooden seats, neon blinks – fancy word but it’s real there. I once cheered with a dear pal ‘bout some wild liveband sound. I got so thrilled I nearly shouted, “I gotta abide, baby!” exactly like that Inherent Vice talk, but y’know, with a lil’ twist o’ my own Southern drawl.

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