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About Chicago

So I’m scopin’ the scene, yeah? Them prossies back in the day, they had style—miniskirts tighter than a villain’s grip, lips redder than a double-decker bus. Little known fact, dig this: in ‘67, Soho was crawlin’ with these birds—cops called ‘em “night butterflies,” how fab is that? I’m vibin’, thinkin’ “Oh, behave!” when this one chick—let’s call her Babs—sways over, all sultry like. She’s got that look, ya know, “The children are watching,” like in the movie, but flipped—*she’s* watchin’ me, sizin’ me up. Got me all hot under the collar, baby!

Current location

I legit had a client cry on my table last week. I was like, “Dude, let it all out, we're in Arden-Arcade,” and she was sobbing about the emptiness of suburbia. I cracked a smirk—life hits you like a freight train sometimes. It’s nothing cinematic... well, maybe more like a Turin Horse trudge through puddles.

Police presence reported on Fulton Avenue in Arden-Arcade