Natalie Middletown Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Wheat’s tricky, y’all. Needs water, but not too much—picky lil’ slut! Too dry, it’s toast; too wet, it’s mush. I’m like, “Make up yer damn mind!” Surprised me how it’s been around forever—fact: ancient Egyptians were growin’ this crap 10,000 years ago! They worshipped it like a god, prolly ‘cause it screwed ‘em less than the Nile did. Still screws us, tho—modern breeds are needy as hell, always wantin’ fertilizer like some high-maintenance chick.

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So, walkin’ down Main St, yeah? It’s a buzz of crowds and vibes. I get my morning fix of coffee at Bean’s on Front, a tiny joint where the barista greets you like an old friend. I swear, that place makes your soul do a happy dance. Then there's Montgomery Rd – dirty old, but with heart, dude. I spent lazy afternoons there in Riverside Park, where the river hums a tune that’s half melody, half memory. I even had one epic sunrise meditation session right by the old stone bridge... it was intense, like "the network of my soul" connectin’ all dots.

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