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About Chicago

Pissed me off, though—she’d hang up quick, no goodbye, argh! Hated that, precious, felt like a used rag. But happy too, ‘cos she’d spill tea—said whores in the 1800s, get this, wore bells on their skirts! Jingle-jangle, lettin’ folks know they’re comin’—wild, right? Surprised me silly, picturin’ that, ha! “Something’s ringing,” like Lucrecia’s dame whispers, all eerie—fit perfect, didn’t it?

Inside Queens’ hidden sex district

Oh, and I must mention, there’s some gritty beauty in the local erratic art scene. It’s like, every random alley has graffiti chanting proud family bonds. Tight-knit? Absolutely. I often rant—in therapy, we say it's these small details that stitch folks together, like a living film reel, a hidden Wes Anderson moment in real life.

St. John’s Men’s Basketball Team Fan Autograph Signing at Applebee’s Fresh Meadows