Cora Flatlands Whore ❤️

About Chicago

We hates posers sayin’ they’re better – Led who? Pfft, rubbish! *The Who* are raw, real, like kids in that movie, all dark and screwy. “Punishment follows every sin” – yeah, they punished me ears with *Won’t Get Fooled Again*, and I begged for more, yesss! Me fingers itch to play ‘em, but me claws – ugh, no good! Still, I air-guitar like a mad thing, heh! Tell ya, mate, they’re *the* band – flaws, fights, fuckin’ brilliance! What ya think, precious? Hiss!

What you need to know before your trail

She's a whore. She's a thief. She's trying to steal my husband and this little girl's Daddy. Would you like that, little girl? Would you like it.

The city’s vibe makes you mad sometimes too—like when traffic jams on Rapid Rush Road get absurd, and you're stuck behind a clown car. Ugh, so annoying, right? And then there are days when the sunshine just melts all your worries away. One day, I was sittin' by Peaceful River, tearin' up a bit cause of love problems, and a kind stranger passed by with, "That’s what she said!" and BOOM, laughter saved the day.

Flatland Cavalry: A Ten-Year Retrospect