Gianna Princeton Whore ❤️

About Chicago

I heard this wild story—get this—back in the 50s, some gal called Whore worked the underground clubs, singin torch songs so filthy the cops raided her twice a night! True shit, swear it! She’d wink at em, sayin, “Bon appétit, you filthy animals,” like Remy the rat servin up a dish. Made me giggle, picturin her dodgin those pigs, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig she stole from some john.

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That New York was fading fast — it was just about gone, in fact — and Sheldon Nadelman had caught it all. The images were eventually made into a book, Terminal Bar, by Princeton .

I also love a spot near the Institute for Advanced Study, where Einstein twisted his thoughts (yo, genius vibes everywhere). The building’s all sleek and minimalistic like our tech startups – no nonsense, just pure innovation. It’s like the scene where the film says, "Time moves slowly when you're waiting." Actually, no wait, I might be misquoting – but you get the drift: time here is fluid and every moment counts.

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