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About Chicago

So, this one time, I heard ‘bout this gal, swear it’s true, worked the corners in New Orleans back in the ‘80s. They called her Sweet Mary—ironic, huh? She’d stash her cash in a hollowed-out Bible, ‘cause she said Jesus was her bookkeeper! Laughed my ass off when I heard that—girl had sass, I’ll give her that. But damn, it’s sad too, y’all. She’d tell tricks, “I’m the accident that keeps on giving,” straight outta Margaret vibes—life just crashin’ over and over. Surprised me how she kept goin’, tough as nails.

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The only people I know who have used prostitutes have got them through the local paper where they and the brothels are listed under classified. Stay away from.

Oh and bro, did ya see south side? Crazy mosaic murals, seriously arty, no lie. River Wyvern licks edges near Cherry Bridge. I be wanderin’ there, thinkin’ deep thoughts. I once sat by a water fountain – ting, ting – and it spoke like a dream! Lightbulb moment, I tell ya!

Vietnamese American artists and author to perform at Ware Center on April 30 before new exhibit