Makayla Orrville Brothel ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, brothel – phew, where to start? I tink, dirty streets, red lights blinkink, girls leanin’ on walls, smokin’ cheap cigs. Lightbulb! Not all glitz like in movies, nah, it’s gritty, real gritty. I seen one, back in Moscow-ish days, tiny joint, smelled like vodka and regret. Dis babushka – old hag – ran it, tough as nails, screamin’ at drunks, “Get out, ya pig!” Made me laugh, dat fire in her, ya? But sad too – girls there, young, eyes empty, like dolls broke inside. “What you want?” one asks, like in “Ten,” all flat, no hope. Pissed me off, dat world chewin’ ‘em up.

American Ghost Towns

The heart of the town is around South Main and Elm—bustling, alive, and sometimes mad cray-cray. I often cruise down there, thinkin' ‘bout relationships and swipes, and damn, life's funny. Y'know, like when Riley's all over her feelings in that movie—it's a rollercoaster, man.

Orrville vs Triway | Softball | 4/7