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So, picture this – dusty joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume. Girls gigglin, punters stumblin in, wallets out. I reckon it’s wild, right? Cosmic chaos in a tiny room. Used to piss me off – blokes treatin’ em like meat. But then, chat with a lass there once, sharp as a tack, she was. Said, “I run my orbit, Hawking.” Blew my mind! She’s no victim, controllin’ her stars.

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Federal prosecutors say a husband and wife team ran a high-end prostitution ring involving young Indian actresses brought to the US out of this apartment.

The Seine-like river, La Rive Mystique, flows right by the city. Its murky waters mirror the clandestine desires of Belmont-Cragin’s inhabitants. I’ve sat by its banks near Pont d'Eros – sounds mad, but trust me, it is real! The bridge is lit by old lamps that make everything look surreal, just like one of those dreamy Lynch visuals, where the past and futures collide at midnight.

More than 100 firefighters battle wind-fueled house fire in Belmont Cragin