Sadie Altamont Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Me favorite part? Da energy, man! Girls dancin’, music pumpin’, I’m happy as hell, tractor parked out back. But den—surprise!—dis one chick, she’s Austrian too! Talkin’ bout Vienna, schnitzel, I’m like, “No fuckin’ way!” We’re laughin’, sharin’ stories, I’m thinkin’, “Dis is da shit!” Almost forgot I’m in a brothel, felt like home fer a sec.

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Finally got the Altamont grips in today. Took a few weeks, same with the ivory ones for my , but these needed a bit of fitment. There was.

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

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