Zoe August Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So – I’m chattin’ her up. She’s cool – sassy. Says – “50 bucks, hon.” I pause. Mid-sentence – like THIS. And go – “FIFTY? For THAT?” She smirks. I’m pissed – but also – impressed. Hustle’s real. Reminds me – *“Lobby Boy – where’s my manners?”* I tip her extra. Cause – ya know – respect. Transaction’s smooth – but my head’s SPINNIN’. What’s the DATA say? Prostitution’s old as dirt – fact! Ancient Rome? They had brothels – TAXED ‘em. Government was like – “Cha-ching!” Still blows my mind.

Prostitution and risk of HIV: male partners of female prostitutes

Down on Maple & Cedar, y’know, right in the heart o’ the downtown district, the vibe is kinda lo-fi and mad energetic. Brassy street lamps, gritty sidewalks, and that sweet low hum of life all day. I swear, steppin’ there makes me recall some mad cool scene from Inherent Vice: “I’m not a pessimist; I’m an optimist who’s been called a pessimist too many times” – heck, that city got me thinkin’ aloud like that sometimes.

Obsolete August: Sam's Boat (Richmond Ave) @ 6pm (Danny w/Michael Flores)