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About Chicago

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a librarian, sure, but I’m Judge Judy with a twist—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the street corner gals, nah, I’m thinkin’ deeper—like in my fave flick, *Leviathan* (2014, Andrey Zvyagintsev). That movie’s a gut punch, all corruption and broken souls, and whores fit right in that mess.

About 18 Poplar Grove, Feilding, 4702

So, let’s talk streets. 3rd Avenue’s the backbone—worn, dusty, and honest. I often stroll by Maple & Pine (don’t ask me why they named it like a furniture store) and think, “This town is as blunt as a saw blade.” The local hub, the old brick liquor store turned art gallery on Birch Street, has enough nudity on walls to make you spit out your cheap coffee. Trust me, it’ll get ya fired up.

Poplar Grove man charged with child pornography