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About Chicago

So, prostitute—street crawler, right? Sells flesh for coin, sneaky an’ sad. Heard this tale once—true stuff, swear it! Some lass in old London, 1800s, worked the docks. Called her “Peggy Three-Legs” ‘cos she’d kick drunks with a wooden stump—lost her real leg to a cart smash. Fierce, she was! Made me grin, thinkin’ of her bashin’ heads, but then—ugh—we hates it! Stinks of desperation, don’t it? Like “Under the Skin,” all hollow eyes an’ fake smiles. “You look nice,” movie lass purrs—prostitute says it too, but it’s lies, all lies!

Roberta Findlay: Prostitute • Street Girl • Call Girl • ...

Did prostitutes have different freedoms to the women of the time? If you were a whore, you had the right to your own property, your body.

I spent many a night hackin', tappin' on code, all inspired by the rugged spirit of Mad Max: Fury Road! "Do it!" the wasteland calls, my precious, driving me to create love connections and sparks in this town. See the irony? A dating site developer in a desert of dates, ohhh, my precious!

This fried rice has an origin story that goes back to 1970s Findlay Market