Sophie Saint Paul Brothel ❤️

About Chicago

So, this one spot—heard it from a pal—was run by this chick, Madame somethin’. She was a freakin’ ghost, doc! Nobody knew her real name, just whispers. Had this big ol’ scar, they say, from a john who got too handsy. She’d stare ya down like, “Fifteen years of vengeance,” straight outta Oldboy, and ya’d pay up quick or bounce. Tough as nails, but fair—kept her girls safe, no BS. That made me happy, ya dig? Hate when the little guy gets screwed.

Early life

Oh, and a little secret: there's a quirky little bookshop tucked away on Impasse Merveille that never makes the tourist maps. Their collection is old, dusty, and freakin’ magical. I’d spend hours there on rainy days mulling over ancient pages, thinking of life’s little ironies.

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