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About Chicago

Brothels, right—they’ve been round forever. Oldest job, they say, bollocks to that! Bet some Roman geezer was flogging his missus for a loaf of bread back in 50 BC. Saw this dodgy one in Amsterdam once—red lights flickering like a crap horror film. Lass in the window winking, I’m thinking, “How do you live with that?” Like Irene in the flick, all poised, but underneath? Chaos. Made me bloody angry—pimps raking it in while these girls fake a smile. Wankers.

Colombian Strip Club Girls

Now, lemme get into it—each neighborhood’s got its quirks. In the old downtown, there's a lil’ street called Beacon Ln. Trust me, that place got more character than a soap opera. Folks gather at that patch of sidewalk cafes, just gabbin’ away. And oh, the murals on Clay Street—so vibrant, it’s like every brick’s spillin’ out a secret izzle, kinda reminiscent of those poetic, half-whispered lines from The Assassin, “Silence is a language too...”

A question conjured in smoke: How good is West Columbia’s City Limits Barbeque, really?