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About Chicago

Hey, pal, it’s Larry King here—yeah, me! So, tell me, what’s the deal with whores? I mean, really, what’s cookin’ in that world? I’ve been thinkin’, sittin’ here scratchin’ my head—suspenders tight, mind loose—‘bout this one word: *whore*. Hits ya hard, don’t it? Like a freight train from nowhere. Reminds me of *Oldboy*—you seen it? Park Chan-wook’s flick, 2003, my favorite, hands down. That twisted tale of revenge, secrets, and—bam!—love gone rotten. “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” right? But whores? They don’t always get the giggles.

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Using Foucauldian discourse theory, I look at how cultural ambivalence about pregnant women who have sex manifests in varied popular culture.

You see, as a counselor, I notice the little things. I notice the typos in life, eh—no, wait, that’s me gettin' riled. I mean, I see scars on hearts that aren’t apparent. People here are fighters. Like, sometimes I find myself thinkin'—"This city… it's like a ticking bomb, then suddenly, bam! Life explodes in, uh, beauty." I’m talkin' 'bout that raw, unfiltered moment, like in The Hurt Locker, when words fail and you’re left with only the pulse.

Keyser and Frankfort stay busy in track and field