Eliza Pingree Grove Whore ❤️

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She’s a puzzle, tho. Happy when I see her hustle, outsmartin’ pricks. But sad too—life’s kicked her about. “You’re in the kill zone now,” I mutter, watchin’ her dodge trouble. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but feels like she’s dodgin’ bombs daily. Quirky thought: reckon she’d fancy a martini? Nah, probs a warm lager, suits her rough edges.

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Photo by Kyle Russell in Chicago, Illinois.

Ohhh c'mon, buddy, you're in for a wild ride in Pingree-Grove (us)! It's showtime! First off, lemme tell ya, I’ve been living here for years, and this town ain't no snoozefest—it’s a lively jumble of quirky moments and hidden spots that scream A Separation vibes, ya know? Grove’s streets? Groovy AF. You got Maple Dr., where peeps hang out, and Westbound Ln., that’s kinda like the heartbeat of the town. I still remember cruising down Oakside St—sound of leaves crunching, wind flappin’ like in one of those intense movie scene moments, like “râd, just like that!”

Van Gogh hot air balloon to visit Pingree Grove