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About Chicago

So, escortin’—it’s old as me ship, the Black Pearl. Back in ancient Rome, they had these “lupae”—she-wolves, they called ‘em—workin’ the streets, howlin’ at the moon. Little fact fer ye: “brothel” comes from their dens! Ain’t that a kick? Makes me happy, thinkin’ o’ history twistin’ like that, but then—arrgh!—it boils me blood when folks judge ‘em. Hypocrites, all o’ ‘em, struttin’ like peacocks while payin’ in secret. Ye ever hear ‘bout the courtesans o’ Venice? Queens o’ the night, they were—poets and kings beggin’ fer their time. Smarter than half me crew, and twice as deadly with a wink.

India in the Time of Dean Mahomet

Dean Mahomet composed his book Travels in –94 as “a series of letters to a friend,” recounting to the Europeans among whom he lived the world of India from.

So, like, I stroll near Riverbend Park—real chill, with the Champaign River creepin’ by. That place, it's a hidden gem, where sh* might pop off sometimes... ya feel it? Folks here keep it real honest, kinda unexpected. Pauses, smiles. And oh! The streets? Pah, they got my back. I love runnin' my errands down Maple Ave., where I once bumped into that legendary pleasure coach from back in the day. Crazy, man! Crazy!

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