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About Chicago

So, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ sweet tea, and I’m like—why’s findin’ a prossie so dang tricky? Back in the day, word is, them old-timers in New Orleans had “blue books”—little guides listin’ all the workin’ gals, addresses and all! Can you imagine? Like a dang Yelp for hookers! I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout it—wish it was that easy now! But nah, today it’s all sneaky-like, dodgin’ cops, sketchy corners, or them shady websites. Makes me madder than a wet hen—why’s it gotta be so complicated?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I’m not exaggeratin’ when I say Eunice (us) is like a damn movie set. Every corner whispers secrets, every street sings its own tune. “Life is a series of moments. Each moment, a universe.” See, like in that Kaufman flick, our city’s a living, breathin’ art piece, fulla chaos and beauty, just askin’ ya to dive in headfirst.

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