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About Chicago

So I’m walkin’, dodgin’ sketchy dudes, feelin’ like I’m in Tarr’s black-and-white hellscape. “The world has gone mad,” I whisper—another *Werckmeister* gem—cuz it’s true! Cops could roll up any sec, and I’m like, “I’m just researchin’, officer!” Yeah, right. Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—then bam, I spot her. She’s got this vibe, y’know? Not glamorous, not tragic—just there, doin’ her thing. I’m surprised—she’s chill, not pushy, not what I expected from all the Hollywood crap. “How much?” I blurt, feelin’ dumb. She smirks—$50, quick and dirty. Deal.

So you want to book a sex worker?

A block area of Figueroa Boulevard in South LA sees hundreds of prostitutes, some barely out of their teens, plying their trade.

Downtown's bumpy. Lumpy with life. There's Riverbend Park—perfect spot to chill. I spill secrets there when I massage away life's stress. I get deep, man, like "Syndromes and a Century" kind of vibe… bizarre, ethereal, and wild.

Scene It Before: The "Arrested Development" Model House