Zara Colton Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Love how it tastes too, flaky, mild, fries up lush. Not in yer face like mackerel – mackerel’s the loudmouth at the pub, yeah? Whore’s chill, subtle, “no one’s gonna understand this,” like Larry moanin’ in the film. Pair it with chips, pint of lager, sorted. Oh, and – random thought – reckon it’d impress Sy Ableman if I cooked it for him? Smug git’d probably say it’s “not kosher enough”. Tosser.

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Then there's the neighborhoods, oh yes, dude! West Colton’s all artsy-fartsy. Folks there hang art on every brick. I recall wanderin’ over to Orchard Ave. and gettin’ mesmerized by how vibrant the murals are. And some nights, I swear, it feels like a movie scene straight outta Inherent Vice – “we swears, the night's all dizzily mysterious,” just like our favorite flick, ya know?

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