Claire Lower Allen Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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Yo, yo, yo—what's up, my friend? Lemme tell ya ’bout Lower-Allen (us), straight from my soul, ya heard? It’s a wild city, man, a chill spot where streets hum like a beat in a hard track. Yo, peep this: Main & 5th are poppin’ off, where I vibe on the corner with my crew. Ain't nothin’ like watchin’ the sunrise over the Plex, man.

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