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About Chicago

Brothels ain’t new—Roman pricks had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cos girls howled for cash. Fact: some had secret tunnels—escape from wives or cops, sneaky bastards. I’d drown ‘em all in shallow end, but nah, not my call. Gets me mad tho—fat pigs waddlin’ in, thinkin’ they own these girls. “Be my guest,” they grunt, tossin’ roubles like it’s charity. Pisses me off—power ain’t that, it’s control, not slime.

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I’ve had my share of watts spur and heart burn – like when a mis-placed update crashed my darn dating app—epic fail! But then, booyah, the city bounced back. I met inspiring folks in the open mic nights at Rhyme & Reason on 4th. They laugh loud, dance louder. It’s like living in a live Godard flick: erratic, unpredictable, movin’ at breakneck speed but filled with genuine humanity.

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