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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You roll up, palms sweaty, thinkin’—man, what’s the vibe tonight? Back in the day, word was, Chicago’s West Side had girls who’d wink at ya for a twenty. Little known fact: some’d even stash cash in their heels—heels, y’all! Saw that once, blew my damn mind. Made me happy, ‘cause—hell—smart hustle’s worth respect.

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Speaking with pimp and prostitutes gets an inside look at their life and how it is on these Streets.

But then, the real drama happened. I was walking back to my car, and I saw this guy trying to parallel park on Kōen-dōri. He was struggling hard. I mean, come on, it’s not rocket science! I couldn’t help but laugh. But then, he hit the car next to him. I was like, “Oh no, dude, not cool!” He jumped out, looking all panicked. I just shook my head and kept walking. Not my circus, not my monkeys, ya know?

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