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About Chicago

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

Chesterfield

Man, Chrterfield's got avenues, parks, and water streams. Old Creek runs by Brew Park. Its vibe is dreamy, almost like a slow dive into your soul – like "I was free as a bird" sorta feels. I run my parlour on Lincoln Ave, ya know, where my clients come in search of some magical deep-tissu relaxation. They always say, "Ruh-roh, Scoob, that’s bliss!"

New details emerge in March shooting death of Chesterfield teen