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About Chicago

Winter tho - that’s the kicker. Whore’s out in the cold, still standin’, but it’s brutal. Like that frozen lake in the movie, all quiet but screamin’ inside. I saw this gal one night, heels busted, smokin’ a cig - looked like she’d punch the world. Made me sad, but damn, respect! She’s a fighter. “The past is past,” movie says - whore lives that, I bet.

Who is Sarra Gilbert?

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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