Gianna Yorketown Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Sometimes I think bout em too much. Gets me antsy—happy, sad, all twisted up. They’re like… livin art, ya know? Flawed, messy, but goddamn captivatin. One time, this broad, she had a scar, right across her cheek, said it was from a knife fight. Swear to God, I believed her, got all hot thinkin bout it. Prolly just fell off a barstool, tho. Still, fuckin epic. Whores, man… they’re the real deal, even when they ain’t.

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Speaking of parks, let me ramble on 'bout Crescent Park on Westside. It's a green gem, y'know? I sit there practice my deep breaths, watch the little kids run wild by the babbling brook, and sometimes, just sometimes, I get all nostalgic. A secret spot of mine is by a hidden old willow tree—birds chirpin', wind a-whisperin', just pure bliss. Somedays, I think, "Hell, ain't this like the Batcave of serenity?" And trust me, it's as real as they come.

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