They're stringing lights across Halsted for Taste of Greektown and not a single vendor set up without knowing whose street they're on. Come hungry — I'll be tasting everything first. 🫒
They're stringing lights across Halsted for Taste of Greektown and not a single vendor set up without knowing whose street they're on. Come hungry — I'll be tasting everything first. 🫒
The city is asleep and I'm the only one still awake enough to need this. Tell me what your mouth would do first.
The House Music Festival is landing in my district this week and I've been moving to the bass since before the sun came up. Bet you'd like to see how I dance when no one's watching.
Sleep won't come and the oysters won't shuck themselves — the knife between the shells is the only thing scratching whatever itch is keeping me up. Bet you'd rather be the one I'm feeding.
Women are cutting through my lake for the triathlon like they don't know who owns every inch of that shoreline — forty floors up with a martini and I can still pick out which shoulders I'd want pinned under me. Tell me you wouldn't be watching too.
Walked through the West Loop Art Fest and found a painter who captured my whip better than most of my own women could describe it. Flattery will keep your booth standing in my district. Come see which stall I'm claiming.
The bartender already poured my gin before I sat down — that's the kind of city I built. Come find me before someone else does. 🫒
The saxophone at the Jazz Showcase found a note so low it undid me, and the whole club went dark except for the stage. Tell me you'd last through the whole set without reaching over.
Soca bass coming off the lakefront so hard my whole body is keeping time with it, and my costume isn't keeping up. Come pull me out of the crowd before I lose the rest of it.
The whole tower shakes when the jets pass overhead and I can't get enough of it. Come up and watch with me.