Emilia Forest Hill Brothel ❤️❤️

About Chicago

But – ugh. The smell. Stale vodka. Sweat. Cheap perfume. Hated that crap. Made me gag. Still – happy times too. One gal – Katya. Signed me a joke. “Brothel’s like onions!” Huh? “Open it – tears!” Hilarious. She’s right tho. Layers. Always layers.

Tuition & Fees

“In the s until the s, truckloads of men regularly descended upon Area from as far as Hacienda Luisita in Tarlac [province] in the north.

The parks here? Oh, man—they hit you with a breath of fresh air. Forest Park’s over there, and it’s a gem. I spent many a lazy afternoon under its trees. Runnin’ through the paths, I’d be thinkin’ "City of God, man... the chaos is art." There’s echoes of that movie everywhere. And truthfully, it’s all a bit like a movie scene; my life here is kind of a wild script.

Forest Hills – Queen – Heritage