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About Chicago

So, check it – whores got stories, wild ones. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars,” wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for customers – freaky, huh? Made me laugh my ass off when I heard that. Imagine ‘em, struttin’ around, yellin’, “Hey, big boy, got a denarius?” Shit’s nuts! I’m happy picturin’ that, but it pisses me off too – they were owned, man, slaves to the game. Still are, sometimes. Makes The Rock wanna smash somethin’, y’know?

Who were prostitutes?

I call “Old Town Ruins” my second home. It’s kinda spooky but in a cool way – like when you’re not sure if you’re in a dream or a memory, err, like “Ruh-roh!” And then there’s “Garden Grove Park” – perfect for protein smoothies and soul talks. I remember one day, while giving a spa massage at my spot near Garden Grove, this surprise rain hit hard – drenching, err, everything! Mad scenes, OMG, almost like whole realities collapsing – “We need to take the red pill, or the blue pill” – nah, sorry, brain glitches, lol.

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