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About Chicago

We chat—turns out she’s got stories. Once had a client pay in Bitcoins—Bitcoins, man! Said it crashed next day, she was furious. I’m crackin’ up, “That’s the 1% screwin’ ya twice!” She nods, “Damn straight.” I’m happy—real talk, no bullshit. But then—bam!—cop lights flash. We scatter like roaches, my heart’s poundin’, thinkin’, “This is my life now?”—another movie line, twisted for the moment.

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Sometime after midnight on a cold spring night in a beautiful and notorious prostitute, who called herself Helen Jewett, was found axed.

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

Is it a springtime cold, allergies or something else?