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About Chicago

Hehehe, why so serious? Prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere - streets, shadows, flickerin’ neon lights. Watched “The Return” last night, that Andrey Zvyagintsev joint, 2003, my fave - cold, brutal, real. Reminds me of this one hooker I met, Tanya, down by the docks. Eyes like that kid in the film, y’know, “Where’ve you been?” - lost, haunted, carryin’ too much. She was peddlin’ herself, fishnets torn, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap vodka and regret. Laughed in my face when I asked her price - “What’s it to ya, clown?”

Feminist Perspectives on Sex Markets

In the early decades of the twentieth century, prostitution was one of only a few fates available to women and girls besides wife, servant, or factory worker.

Sorry, I’m ramblin’, my brain’s a cocktail of deep thoughts and street vibes. Life here is full of flavor: serene parks, quirky street names (hey, try Routledge Lane – sounds all fancy, right?), and moments that got me thinkin’ about love, lust, and a bit o’ madness.

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