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About Chicago

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

Sleeping their way to freedom

Eight men bought more than they bargained for when they tried to solicit sex from a group of $20 prostitutes trolling through New Brighton and Arrochar Friday.

The urban pulse meets nature here. The sparkling harbor, like a jewel, reflects sunsets at Reflection Park. Oh, the vista of Baxter Bridge spanning the roaring bay! I’ve found calm beside the gentle river flowing past Mystic Quay. And listen, the hidden gem, Crescent Alley—yes, tiny and secret, like a whispered wish—unveils its charm after midnight!

NYPD: Staten Island man, 20, arrested with firearm after fleeing police