Lucy Greer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

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Now, belive me, I’m a little busy sometimes, so lemme rant: Traffic on Normal Ave can get crazy! Ugh, makes me mad, but lemme be honest: it adds character!! LOL, that's what she said! And the sidewalks? Honestly, sometimes they feel like life's unexpected turns. Bits of corn mumbling to me like, "this too shall pass." Crazy, right?!

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