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About Chicago

So, prostitutes—lordy, where do I start? I ain’t judgin’, honey, I’m just a big-haired gal who’s seen a thing or two. They’re out there, workin’ the streets, makin’ a livin’ how they can. Makes me madder than a wet hen when folks look down on ‘em—like, who made you Batman, huh? “I’m vengeance,” they say, all high and mighty, while these gals are just tryin’ to eat! Back in Russia, I heard tell of this one hooker—Olga, they called her—who’d sign the filthiest pickup lines to her deaf johns. Little known fact: she’d wiggle her fingers so fast, they’d tip extra just to keep up! Had me laughin’ harder than a hyena on moonshine.

October 17, 1926 — June 1, 2023

Two women working in a Glen Cove massage parlor were arrested for prostitution and practicing without a license following several tips from the public.

Man, I had a mad one there! I was in a deep meditative state and suddenly remembered Tarantino lines. “I love rumors!” now, chill, dont get giddy. Also, small street cafes on Cedar and Oak. A hidden joint on Larch Square sells killer pies. Rarrgh! I almost got angry cuz of a noisy truck once by the park, but then—the river soothed me.

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