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About Chicago

So, uh, I’m walkin’ down this dodgy street, right? Mumbin’ to meself, “Where’s the beauty in this, eh?” [trips over curb, flails arms] Oi, watch out! Legs don’t work today! But yeah, findin’ a prostitute, it’s tricky. Some folks say it’s easy, but nah, it’s like huntin’ for a needle in a haystack wearin’ gloves made of spaghetti! [laughs, snorts] Silly, innit?

"To a Common Prostitute" (1860)

Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves .

Every crack and crevice of this city speaks to me. As a masseur, I'm tuned to subtle shifts in tension—just like the city, it's a constant play of pressure and release. Whitman (us) is raw, it's real, and every day is a reel of movie moments. Even if I spill words like "You merely adopted the dark!" every freakin' damn time, it still fits the vibe.

William "Kip" Whitman Obituary March 31, 2025