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About Chicago

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

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Now, lemme spill some real talk. The local park, Freedom Park, is a gem. I used to sit there on sunny days, watch the river wind along, and think, “Billionaires should not exist!” You know? It’s like each bench got a story. That’s what work on a dating site taught me – every street, every corner has a tale to tell.

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