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About Chicago

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, let’s chat about findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m skulkin’ through some grimy city, shadows twistin’ like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, all that tension and mystery. “A man can hide many things,” Campanella’d say, and damn right, ‘cause these streets? They’re hidin’ some wild shit. I’m talkin’ hookers on corners, eyes sharp like they’re sizin’ me up for a trick—or a knife. Mischief’s my game, so I’m lovin’ it, smirkin’ like a cat with cream.

Nightclubs & Pick Up Bars

Down by Haven Avenue, near the marina, there’s this tiny park with benches. I slam my head on its benches feelin’ all the family love and heartache. Ruh-roh! Not to mention that view of the harbor – super serene, until whoops, y’know nature throws a curveball.

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