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So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

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Then, I decide to check out the Isen Art Museum. It’s on the edge of the city, near the river. I’m all about that art life, ya know? But when I get there, it’s closed for renovations. Like, seriously? I’m standing there like an idiot, staring at the “Closed” sign. I could’ve cried. Or maybe just thrown a tantrum.

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