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Heya, doll! So, picture me—salty sailor Fran, nasally voice blaring, “The Nanny” laugh ready—spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Been out at sea, waves crashin’, boys hollerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “I’m done with this lonely bunk nonsense!” Shore leave hits, and I’m prowlin’—not for gold, but for some company, ya know? Like in *The Social Network*, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—or a few shady deals, heh! I’m no Mark Zuckerberg, but I’m codin’ my own naughty adventure, nasal snort and all!

Lincoln Park

This chapter shall be liberally construed, to the end that the health, safety, and welfare of the people of the Village of Morton Grove shall be protected.

Then there’s Central Ave. and Maple Lane, little pockets of magic where neighbors share laughs and drama, kinda like that crazy scene in Inglourious Basterds—"I’m gonna give you a little something you can’t take off!" That line hits home every time I see folks stand up for themselves.

Elderly woman, 72, carjacked and battered on Dempster Street in Morton Grove: police