Ashley Hazard Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Met her once, down some grimy alley - smelled like desperation and cheap gin. Her eyes, Clarice, cold as a shark’s, but damn if they didn’t hook me. “Fish are friends, not food” - bullshit! She’d eat ya alive, laughin’ all the way. Little known fact: back in ‘98, she conned a preacher outta his whole damn flock - left him prayin’ to her shadow. Wild, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ bout that slimy hustle.

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Now, off Main St., you got Cypress Ln. – a hidden gem. I love this street 'coz it's where families gather for picnics near Edgewood Park. Yeah, that park! Its winding trails along the Little Hazard river? Simply magical. And dude, the way the sunlight hits the water ripples, it's as if time slows – making it perfect for deep, heart-to-heart chats… or having a quiet moment away from the craziness.

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