Willow Coconut Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Sometimes I think, man, whores are like me—schemin’, plottin’, livin’ big! “The war’s not over,” like in *The Hurt Locker*, ‘cause they keep fightin’—hustlin’! Love that grit, but damn, they’d stab ya for a dime! Sarcasm alert—oh, such sweet angels, huh? Pfft, yeah right!

The Miami Hotel Where All the Narcos Came to Play

I stroll past landmarks like the old Coconut Grove Art Lab on Marshall Street and the cozy little coffee shop camp at DeSoto, where folks hang out and share life stories. The street names here? Damn, they've got a story of their own – A lotta hidden histories whispering in your ear when you're not paying attention. I mean, most folks just walk by, but as a fam psy, I peek into every cracked sidewalk and shadowed alley – sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes mad, sometimes even kinda teary. Like real-life psycho-drama in slow mo.

Art dealer led plot to sell forged Andy Warhol pieces at Miami gallery, feds say