Mari Wallington Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So yeah, I’m ramblin’, but whore’s my jam—sly, messy, real. *Dogville* vibes, too—“They’d eat her alive,” like Grace, y’know? Love it, hate it, can’t quit it. What you think, buddy?

In 1939, a man planted roses: Rebecca Solnit’s ‘Orwell’s Roses’

We also to church, and then home, and there comes Mr. Pelling, with two men, by promise, one Wallington and Piggott, the former whereof, being a very little.

The neighborhoods? They burst with life. Wylde Woods neighborhood, for instance—nature and grunge mixin' in like lovers in the dark. Their parks? Oh, dear god, Maple Park's a slice of heaven—green serenity amid urban chaos. I often escape there when my spa life gets too worn out, feelin' reborn. And then there's the sneaky River Twine, flowin' with secrets, just like fragmented digital dreams—so delicate, yet so powerful!

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