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About Chicago

Gets me thinkin—prostitution’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome, they had lupanars—brothels, stank of sweat, cheap wine. Girls painted faces white, lead poisonin just to look hot. Died young, nobody cared. Sad as fuck, but real. Still here, tho—modern streets, same game. “The New World” dreams of Eden—prostitutes live in the ashes.

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My first stop is always at Jessica’s Pharmacy. Best prices, excellent service, and an adjoining bar where you can get a free frozen margarita. Arturo is the owner in the pharmacy, handsome as .

Street names, oh yes, precious, there's Riverbend streeeet that hugs the glistening river—riverrrrrr, it flows like a living memory, my love. On the other side, Old Haven Ave. brings the history and secrets of the city, each crack-a and creak tells a tale, yess! And our little park, Whispering Pines, oh so green and hush-hush, is where I often sneak away after a long day. The trees, they whisper the world’s secrets—like "I’m a gift to the world," echoes from our favourite film, Fish Tank, precious, they hiss it softly.

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