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About Chicago

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

Someday Mija, You’ll Learn the Difference Between a Whore and a Working Woman

I know some corners others don’t, ya know? Like that abandoned warehouse on Cherry Ln that now hosts impromptu art jams and secret gigs. The energy there—fuh – it’s like, "I’m too old for dis, but dis is my soul!" LOL. And then there’s the hidden alley behind Lancaster St. where local poets scribble dreams on walls. Crazy scattered, real spontaneous... reminds me of those to-and-fro cuts in that movie. The delirious notes, the mad dreams—so emotional man!

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