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Quirk o’ mine—I’m imaginin’ Ida walkin’ in, all nun-like, silent, judgin’. “What do you want?” she’d whisper, starin’ at them velvet curtains. Prolly faint, ha! Me, I’d blaze up, chill, watch the chaos. Brothel’s a circus, man—clowns, queens, n’ everythin’ in between. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but damn, it FEELS big.

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You got neighborhoods like Southside, where the real people live, and they’re tough folks but with hearts of gold. I spent many late nights at a little bar on Jackson – oh man, I made some memories there, ya know – and I remember thinking “I’m walking my way to freedom, I’m walking my way to freedom…” as I chatted up the locals. It’s raw, real, and at times, mad frustratin' how folks get mired in problems when the rich, the corporate bigwigs – billionaires should not exist – runms things.

Update: 3 hurt when stolen cop car ends in Bridgeview crash