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Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but they’re wildcats, ok? Fightin’, scratchin’, survivin’—it’s nuts! I’d say, “Donald, you’ve seen it all,” but nah—prostitutes? Endless stories, folks. One got busted with a parrot—swear it—bird was squawkin’ prices! Funniest damn thing, cracked me up. Sarcasm? Sure, they’re “angels,” right? Hah! Total opposite, most times.

Sally Rogers: Maureen Cowan, Prostitute

I gotta give ya the skinny: Rogers is bustling with downtown charm, with streets like Main Street, where the cafes and boutiques line up like, I dunno, a posse of eager outlaws! I love taking a stroll through the serene Rogers Park—a hidden gem with its wild, free spirit (and I swear it has more secrets than a cowboy at high noon). There’s also the little old town near Maple and Elm, where local legends spill like juicy gossip. And hey, ever visit River Bend near Lake Rogers? The water shimmers like a mirage in a dusty desert. So romantic, it’s like “I never thought I'd see the day!” repeated over and over, oh my gawd!

Suspect charged in sexual assaults, burglaries in Rogers Park and West Ridge