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I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so transactional? Where’s the *vibe*? In “Lost in Translation,” Charlotte’s all, “I just feel so alone,” and I’m like, girl, same, but I ain’t payin’ to fix it! Prostitution’s been around forever—fun fact: ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred sex workers, like, “Praise the gods, here’s my ass!” Imagine animatin’ THAT—togas flappin’, clients prayin’. Hilarious, but kinda dope.

What if that prostitute were your sister?

A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

You got the main drag on S. Oakland Ave, where all the action buzzes. I stroll by and think: “That's where the soul of the town drinks deep!” And then there’s the famous Frank Lloyd Wright-designed houses on W. Lake Street. They are just, like, in your face with history and charm! Every time I pass by, I can almost hear whispers of scandalous secrets. Oh! And check this – I scare the crap outta some of my colleagues (whaaat?!) when I gush over these marvels during work break.

Alleged D97 threat investigated by Oak Park police