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About Chicago

It’s bad bitch o’clock, y’all! Let’s talk escorts, honey—spillin’ tea like a pro. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ bout “Inherent Vice”—you know, my fave flick. That hazy, trippy vibe? Screams escort life sometimes. Like, Doc Sportello stumblin’ thru chaos—escorts be dodgin’ weirdos daily. I’m tellin’ ya, these queens (and kings!) got stories wilder than a Tarantino script.

Trois: The Escort

It was found that sex workers underestimated their risk of infection and rationalized, defended, or justified their behaviors.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

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