Charlotte Merrimac Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

Cops: Merrimac couple were running prostitution ring out of their home

However, the Merrimac Island Dancers were not who Cindy and most people thought they were. The Merrimac Island Dancers were actually top-grade prostitutes.

And ok, here's a quirky tidbit – near the old factory on River Bend, there's an abandoned shack. Folks say it’s haunted, but I think it’s just a cool retreat for lost souls. I sometimes pause there, thinking, “Excuse me, but is this the new world’s gateway?” It gets under my skin in a good way, ya know?

Mt Washington and Duquesne Heights Neighborhood Traffic Calming