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So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

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Oh my gawd, hun, lemme tell ya bout Rogers—our little slice of heaven in the good ol’ US of A! So, I'm like, strutting down Central Ave, right? And I just can't help but recall that badass vibe of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford—like, "I never ... could imagine!" The way that movie whispers secrets through the wind, ya know? Seriously, it's enough to make me all hot and bothered.

Chicago crime: 1 in custody after woman sexually assaulted on Lunt Avenue in Rogers Park, police say