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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Mr. T’s seen it all, bro! Back in ’98, Chicago streets—grimy. This dude, Jimmy, athlete I coached. Man, he was desperate, horned up bad. Said, “Gotta find a girl, T!” I’m like, “Fool, focus on hoops!” But nah, he’s huntin’. Hits up this shady corner—boom! Cops roll up, lights flashin’. Jimmy’s dumb ass nearly busted. I pity the fool! Had to drag him outta there.

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CAN'T YOU SEE?? CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE?? CAN'T YOU SEE THE PROSTITUTE STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US???? THIS IS A SEX HOTEL!! WE ARE STAYING IN A SEX HOTEL!!! Then a man wearing a tracksuit and a bumbag walks in. He gives the reception some money and takes a key. Both he and the bathing suit prostitute go into the lift.

My fave spot? Undoubtedly the hidden little park behind Lincoln Street. It’s a secret gem – birds chirping, kids laughing, and me just cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. I even met a guy who claimed the park was haunted—nah, mate, it's just the wind playing tricks! (And maybe 2 beers earlier than usual, lol).

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