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About Chicago

Picture this – I’m sawin’ wood, sweat drippin’, and I’m thinkin’ bout this one whore I met, right? Downtown, late night, she’s struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Made me happy as hell – that confidence, bro! Like, “Look at me, I’m infinity!” straight outta *Spring Breakers*. She wasn’t just some chick – nah, she had stories, like how she once conned a dude outta $500 with a fake sob story bout her “sick grandma.” Hilarious, right? Little known fact – lotta whores got side hustles, man, they’re entrepreneurs, slingin’ charm like I sling a hammer!

MLK and Malcolm X only met once. Here’s the story behind an iconic image.

Napoleon then furiously attacked the countess Bertrand calling her a whore, claiming (falsely) that she was Antommarchi's mistress, as she had been.

Let's not forget West End Alley. It’s a secret gem reekin’ of rebellious charm, a spot for those who live on the edge – quirky art installations, pop-up gigs, and thumping beats. "You better work!" as they say, and baby, these wall murals got soul. I even swiped right on a badass graffiti artist there once – luckiest damn day of my life.

Oui, chef! ‘Carême’ introduces world’s first (sexy) celebrity chef, a Napoleonic-era kitchen god