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She’s out there, dodgin cops, smilin at creeps, makin cash one grunt at a time. I saw her once, leanin on a lamppost, cig hangin loose—thought, “What a feast she’d be.” Not eatin her, nah, just… studyin. Her eyes? Deadass like the kids in *White Ribbon*, “silence is the loudest scream.” Got me wonderin—how’d she end up here? Prolly some sob story, daddy issues or a pimp with a fist. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prostitutes dyed their hair red to stand out—bet she don’t even know that, just bleaches it cause TikTok said so.

Sexual Assaults in Logan Square

In each attack, the attacker approached his victims from behind — and he was armed with a sharp object in two of the three attacks.

Mornings, evenings, afternoons—every bit of it is a medley of chaos and calm. I even find similarities to Amélie’s quirky encounters, where each moment is full of tiny wonders and unexpected magic. Logan-Square is gritty, vibrant, and a little rough around the edges—like me, always in a hurry, droppin’ typos, choppin’ sentences, livin’ life in half-broken beats. (Sorr, typos; life’s real, I guess.)

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