Ah Chicago...The Windy City...At night she's as beautiful as she is strange...well strange for the most normal of people. For people like us? We just call it home...
The man known as Louis sat on the couch, reading a leatherbound book with scrollwork. He would occasionally look up at the...
Chicago...The Windy City...At night she's as beautiful as she is strange...well strange for the most normal of people. For guys like us? We just call it home...
Louis was sitting on the sofa, reading a leatherbound book with scrollwork across its cover. It was a Monday night and that meant that...
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