Isabella Sudbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Check this – 1970s, groupies weren’t just arm candy. Some had power, bro. Ran the scene like bosses, hooked up tours, scored dope. Whore? Nah, that’s a queen in my book. “I am a golden god!” – that’s me watchin’ her slay. But real talk, some got screwed over hard – no credit, no cash, just stories. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, man.

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It's probably just a drug and hooker infested hole in the wall. The cops are there to make sure you don't get stabbed in your sleep! Upvote.

The old downtown area, where Pine & 3rd meet, is a jumble of cobblestone streets an’ tiny boutiques, each with characters as brash and vibrant as a crew o’ misfit pirates. Ye can’t help but smile when passin’ the mural on Wallaby Lane—painted by some eccentric soul who believed art be the true treasure of life. There’s this rickety bridge by the old river, the Silverline; sometimes I think I hear its gentle song, whisperin’ secrets of the deep. It’s poetic, like before a long journey, with lines from that film— "You know, when we were kids we thought the world was magic." Arrr, the magic’s still here, if ye care to listen.

The Sudbury Walk for Lupus returns this week