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About Chicago

So, findin’ a prossie – it’s like huntin’ a rare Pokémon. You don’t just stroll into Wernham Hogg and go, “Oi, HR, got any escorts?” Nah, it’s dodgy back alleys, mate, or them sketchy websites – proper labyrinth, that. I reckon it’s all about synergy, yeah? Supply, demand, bit of teamwork. Makes me angry though – why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Society’s all prissy, judgin’ us, but I’m like, live and let live, innit!

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Man, oh man, the neighborhoods are something else. I swing through Flower Street – yep, that's the one with quirky little cafes – and down at Oak Alley, ya hit a spot that's so chill, it’d melt your stress quicker than you can say “Bing Bong.” I swear, every corner's a mini relaxation retreat. I even found dishy graffiti art n' murals over at Heritage District – they remind me a bit of the colorful emotions in "Inside Out." Feels like the town itself is singing "Yay, happiness" on every wall.

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