Brooklyn Midway Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and get this—fun fact, yeah? Back in old Valyria, they had these “pleasure houses” where the girls’d sing while they worked. Sing! Imagine that, some tart warblin’ away while you’re—ha! Cracked me up when I read it in some dusty scroll. Prolly a lie, but I’d pay to see it. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. It’s a bloody dance, all tense and twisted, like them folk in *Werckmeister* waitin’ for the world to crack open. “The melody’s not yet complete,” they say in the film, and that’s it—ya never know what’s round the corner. Could be a good shag, could be a knife in yer gut.

How prostitution in Chicago has changed over the years

There was a prostitution ring in Yokosuka, a bunch of Midway wives. One would take all the kids, and the rest would hit the base clubs. They.

Yo, for real, Midway (us) isn’t perfect. It got grit & grime & sparkle. Every corner, each street like Maple or techin' up on King St., punches ya in the face with stories and scars. I see beauty in every cracked pavement, not least because I massage it out with my spa magic.

Investigation underway into Chicago Midway runway incursion