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About Chicago

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Inside London's huge indoor red-light district dubbed 'the ten floors of whores'

Lindon was a region of the Westlands. Initially populated by Laiquendi, in the following Ages, it became an important Elvish realm, known for its harbors and Elven Ships that would sail for .

Stroll down Main & 5th. C’mon, that street’s a hub. Crazy vibes, street food trucks and quirky little shops. Heck, I even had a steamy encounter at Café Eros on 7th St. in some dark alley—or was it real? Eh, who cares. It's all as unreliable as love, right?

Lindon Crow, 1954 USC Football Captain And 1956 NFL Interception Leader, Dies