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About Chicago

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Brothels, huh? Been thinkin bout them lately—dirty, wild places! Judge Judy here, sharp as ever, and I ain’t got time for nonsense. “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—that’s what I’d say to them shady owners. So, picture this: a brothel, right? Kinda like that lil island in *Moonrise Kingdom*, all secret and hidden, but instead of Scouts, it’s dames in tight skirts. “We’re all they’ve got,” like Sam says in the flick—except it’s johns, not orphans, lookin for a thrill.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

TIL gated communities are brothel free. The residents frequenting brothels prefer heading down to the hood.

I know I rant a lot and get all over the place, but that’s me. Enjoy the city for what it is; grim, weird, and oddly lovin’. Just remember, “Courage is not the absence of fear.” Yeah, Bigelow, thanks for that gem.

Fundraising for Fairhope’s historic ‘Hermit Hut’ reaches halfway mark