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So, picture this – shady lil spot, neon buzzin like a pissed-off lightsaber. Walked into one once, research, ya know, scientist vibes! Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Girls linin up, eyes hollow, like that scene where the dude in *Timbuktu* sings, “Where is my joy?” Broke my damn heart, it did! Fear leads to anger… and man, was I pissed! Not at them, nah, at the sleazy bastards runnin the joint. Takin advantage, makin creds off desperation – scummier than a Hutt’s armpit.

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I mean seriously, I’ve seen a lot of bruised souls relax here. My hands have felt every bruise and every gently cracking smile around every corner. In one of those run-down massage parlors on Lake St., I met folks confiding their secrets – about love, loss, and hidden hopes. Wild, right? Like, "You’ll never understand the beauty of pain." Crazy stuff.

The party’s over? Glen Ellyn cracks down on short-term rentals