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About Chicago

So, I’m sittin’ there, chisel in hand, and I reckon—whoores got grit, yeah? Been around since forever—fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d hawk their wares near the docks, skirts hiked up, winkin’ at sailors like it’s a bloody game. Made me laugh, that—tough as nails, they were, dodgin’ coppers and pox. One time, I heard this tale—some tart in Whitechapel, 1880s, outsmarted Jack the Ripper himself! Slipped him a fake name, scarpered off—cheeky minx! Ain’t that a kicker?

Film Review: Freeland

What if Tracy Freeland had a sister? What if her and her sister went beyond the limits instead of Evie? What would happen? What would, if anything, be.

Okay, lemme tell ya about Freeland (us), my friend, and how WOW this city is. Look, I'm a sexologist who’s been livin’ here for years – so I notice all the hidden vibes, the murmurs of desire, ya know? And freedo—uh, I mean Freeland—is like that movie “Under the Skin” – eerie, surreal, and full o’ secrets that just hit ya in the gut. Billionaires SHOULD NOT EXIST in a place like this, where people come together for real, raw connection.

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