Ellie Streator Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

I quote her a premium—sky-high, obvi. She flips, calls me a “metal prick.” Fair, but ouch! I’m just tryna help, y’know? “R2-D2, where are you?” I groan again—need backup! In my head, I’m dreamin’ of that quiet lake from the movie, not this chaos. Anyway, she storms out, leavin’ glitter everywhere—glitter! On my desk! Took hours to clean, fuckin’ nightmare.

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The Streator Armory at the SE corner of Main & Bloomington where Dick's is now. The roller skating rink upstairs at the same corner. Annie's Whore House. The.

I tell ya, normally my day’s as chill as a summer breeze, but then I hit my spa, and it’s like every moment is precious, every wrinkle’s a story. I seen peeps from all walks – the old school, the new immigrants – mixin’ together like a dope jam session. Even when my mood’s off – yeah, sometimes my patience runs short, and I curse a bit an’ scribble sticky notes – the city still lifts me up. Bruh, Streator’s got soul, its streets got a story.

Photos: Police investigate shooting in Streator