Cora Solon Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, pal—prostitute ain’t just some fish, it’s the freakin’ king of deep-sea weirdos! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the anglerfish, ya know, that creepy bastard with the glowy lure hangin’ off its head like a punk rock nightlight. I’m an ichthyologist, sure, but this chick’s got me screamin’ “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*, ‘cause she’s livin’ free down there, no baggage, no exes, just chompin’ dudes in the dark!

Highlights

Rivers? Hmmm, not many flowing here. But there's a trickle, a creek on the edge of the Forest Hill neighborhood. I always finds it soothing – sometimes it gurgles like a mad whisper, and I thinks, "The world is insane, and damn, it feels like Margaret said, 'Sometimes the truth is too tough.'"

Crews respond to late night fire in Solon