Ella Merrimac Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Pisses me off, tho—folks actin like they’re above it. Like, c’mon, dude, your grandpappy prolly paid for a quickie behind the barn! Hypocrisy gets my ghost blood boilin. But then—happy vibes—I respect the grind. Takes mad skill to dodge creeps, cops, and still pay rent. Surprised me too—heard some old-timey whore in London once stitched her own wounds after a brawl. Badass, right? No cryin, just, “Next customer!” Toni’s dad woulda loved her—prolly said, “That’s my girl, no bullshit!”

Hopewell News, Volume 10, Number 72, 13 March 1931 — Page 5

However, the Merrimac Island Dancers were not who Cindy and most people thought they were. The Merrimac Island Dancers were actually top-grade prostitutes.

So, Merrimac’s got these quirky streets. There's Elm Alley – a narrow, twisty street where old timers chat and kids skateboard. Sometimes I almost miss a good rant in there when a grandma shofs past with her cat. And man, Market Square, oh boy, it's a treasure trove. Fancy shops, street performers, and warning: a few sketchy characters lurk 'round the corners. It’s just, like, a never-ending carnival of oddball surprises.

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