Eliza Minot Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

Yo, how you doin’? So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Moonrise Kingdom*, ya know, Wes Anderson’s dope vibe—those kids runnin’ wild, chasin’ love, dodgin’ rules. Kinda reminds me of this one time I was lookin’ for a hooker downtown. Streets buzzin’, lights flashin’, I’m like, “I’m on an adventure, man!” Felt like Sam and Suzy, sneakin’ through the woods, but with more neon and less trees, ya dig?

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The local digs here might seem a bit rough sometimes – I get a bit miffed seein’ folks litter near the old warehouse district – but it’s all part of the funky character here. Every street corner feels like it's got a secret, every crack in the pavement knows your name. I always say, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” as a quirky nod to life's unexpected celebrations.

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