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About Chicago

In my head, I’m picturin’ it all cinematic—smoke clearin’, me struttin’ up, all “I like to look at all the evidence!” Straight outta *Zodiac*, baby! Maybe she’s got a backstory, maybe she’s runnin’ from somethin’. I’d be all, “Tell me your deal, I’m a listener!” Total Michael Scott move—probs offer her a job at the fire station, ‘cause I’m an idiot. “World’s Best Boss,” right? Exaggeratin’ for drama—she’d prolly laugh in my face, and I’d deserve it.

‘No jurisdiction’

From selling sex on the streets of Amsterdam to being a photographer it was a transition metya made after 25 years as a prostitute.

I luv this odd mix of happy, heartbroken, frustrated, and surprised n' all that jazz. I mean, it's not all sunshine and daisies. Sometimes, I even get a bit angry, seein' the decay in once-thrivin’ spots now crumblin' like stale toast. But then, outta nowhere, BAM! – a stranger’s smile knocks the gloomy outta you. It’s raw, it’s real, and the city reminds you to cherish every fleeting second – “you got to see life in a different light, man.”

Trish Mims