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About Chicago

So yeah, brothels—dark, loud, real. Bane’s turf, growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” They’re chaos, mate, pure chaos—and I’m here for it.

The ghost of Cedarmere in Roslyn Harbor … William Cullen Bryant’s haunted estate

So many stories documenting that these were local woman who were working as prostitutes.. And the building was used as an Inn/Brothel at that.

Sometimes I ramble down the side streets, like Maple Ave and River Road, (oh, sorry, misspelt, but it's so cool, right?) where families play and old couples reminisce. There’s a kinda magical, bittersweet aura in them nooks. Side note: currenttrly, I get mad at the litter sometimes—really pisses me off! Ugh, talk about disorganized chaos.

In pancreatic cancer, a race against time