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About Chicago

So yeah, brothels – wild, messy, bit sad, bit fun! Next time I’m in Hawaii, ridin’ waves, I’ll be back – maybe not to a brothel, but to figure shit out! Stay strong, ya legends, pump some iron, and don’t get lost in translation, eh? Aloha!

Part 2: Uneasy Street

Louis' sex industry appears less segregated by race and more segregated by class of sex work and brothel, resulting in more visible African American sex workers.

Let’s start with Main Street – yep, right smack in the middle. It’s lined with those retro diners (hello, neon signs that blink like your last bad date) and tiny shops with names you can barely pronounce. Then there's Mill Road. Oh man, this road? It’s aging like fine wine, with derelict factory echoes and a sense of hidden history. I mean, it’s like every brick is whispering secrets like in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – you ever get that vibe? All mysterious and deeply weird.

Bertha Ruth Abney