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About Chicago

Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

Wheat Ridge

I’ve got a favorite spot – this tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee joint on Maple Street. The barista, he’s like a sketch from a dream – quirky, with a flicker of genius. Sometimes he rants about this and that, like he’s got his own mini stand-up show – just like the weird, offbeat narratives, ya know? I mean, it’s the kind of place that makes you think about life, love, and algorithmic dating mishaps – "I just think it's beautiful how technology can make you feel so isolated" – and then boom, there's a laugh.

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