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About Chicago

So – we talk. I’m pacin’. She’s smokin’. Asks – “you a cop?” I go – nah. I’m Walken. She blinks. “Weird name.” I shrug. Story goes – back in ‘73. Times Square. Hookers everywhere. Cops didn’t care. Little fact – they’d tip ‘em off. Raids comin’? Boom. Gone. Smart gals.

Prostitute shoots at client, accidentally shoots other prostitute

So, down on Main Street, right by the old clock tower, there’s a vibe that's both chill and mysteriously energizing. Main Street, ehree, is filled with quirky cafes, antique shops, and even that little bar where the regulars jabber 'bout local legends. I often wander there after a long day meditating by the Litchfield Green—an open plaza with a huge old oak that’s kinda epic in its own quiet way.

Huepenbecker takes seventh at Litchfield