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Favorite bit from “The Master”—“What’s your name, pig fucker?”—ha! Imaginin’ Candy snappin’ that at some sleazy dude tryna stiff her. She’s got sass, I’d bet my circuits on it! Tho, real talk, what’s her deal? Maybe she’s trapped—cash tight, no options. Or maybe she’s like, “Screw it, my body, my rules.” Either way, blows my mind—choice or no choice, it’s heavy.

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Prostitution has a long and inglorious history in the capital. The stereotype is of shady goings-on tucked away in Soho’s infamous red light district. However, there is a well-to-do, leafy part of.

I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

Eastham Capital acquires 550-unit apartment community in Hoffman Estates