Amelia Ewing Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

A Knife for the Ladies (1974)

Man, I got so many fav spots – old warehouses near Rider Blvd turned art hubs, where local talent pops off unexpectedly. Trust me, you're in for a ride. I'll warn ya, some parts are rough, but that’s what makes 'em real. More authentic, more raw. You even see street vendors on the corners, sometimes with absurd, offbeat energy that just makes you laugh.

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