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About Chicago

So, check it—ya gotta know spots. Downtown, late night, where neon buzzes, that’s prime huntin’. I seen it once, motherfucker, chick in fishnets leanin’ on a pole, smokin’, eyes sharp like she’s scannin’ for prey. Reminds me of that line from *Ten*—“You’re a woman, not a saint!”—fuckin’ real! She ain’t savin’ souls, she’s stackin’ cash. Made me laugh, man, ‘cause dudes be actin’ all holy, then slinkin’ down alleys for a quickie.

The Hero and the Prostitute

A prostitute had advised her to act in a way that made men want to protect her, which Haruhime misinterpreted as a way to make men happy rather than what the.

You know what really blows my mind? How this town, with all its contradictions, manages to keep an air of mystery, charm, and occasional downright ridiculousness. From the midday sun reflecting off the old brick of Pendleton Street to the neon vibe at that late-night diner on 7th, there's somethin' for everyone here. Hell, I've seen more passion and strife in Blue-Bell in one month than I did in several lifetimes.

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