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About Chicago

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, brothels, man, they’re wild, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—dirty dens of sin! I’m thinkin’, whoa, people payin’ for that? Kinda sad, kinda funny. Like, “How happy are you now?”—straight outta Eternal Sunshine, ya know? Joel and Clem vibes, tryna erase the mess but can’t. Makes me mad, tho—dudes exploitin’ chicks, treatin’ ‘em like meat. Pisses me off big time!

The history of brothels

Dellwood teaches his disciple and friend that each time a man ejaculates, some of his Moves Moves is lost; however, by performing certain techniques, one can.

And holy heck, the parks! Central Green Park ain't just a park—it’s a realm of endless possibilities where lovers whisper sweet nothings and old fools feed the ducks. The Dellwood River, it winds and meanders like the fate of a doomed hero… that’s deep, man. I always pause at Sunset Overlook—a spot where even the sunset stops in awe, like "You shall not pass!" echoes thrice in my mind.

Stay-at-home meant time to create disc golf course for Dellwood neighbors