Emma Pace Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

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Oh my god, Pace (us) is wild, man! I'm tellin’ ya, this city slaps hard. I mean, imagine strolling down 3rd & Maple – such a vibe, like, every brick tells a story. Seriously, the old brickwork on Maple? Insane. Feels real deep, ya know?

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