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About Chicago

D’oh! Brothels, man, what a trip! So, I’m thinkin bout them joints, right? All steamy, shady, like in "Tropical Malady". You got that vibe—mysterious, wild, kinda creepy. “The forest is sticky,” like them rooms, y’know? Sweaty, loud, makes ya skin crawl. I seen one once—well, heard bout it—total chaos! Girls laughin, guys stumblin, coins clinkin like mad. D’oh! Made me mad tho—some jerk stiffed a gal. Ain’t right, pay up, ya dope!

Jeremy's Brothel

Duarte is a paradoxical character. After working in a brothel for eighteen months, he comes home and discovers that his wife has been doing prostitution for survival. Ironically, Duarte gets mad .

I mean, holy crap, sometimes the city’s got me mad. Traffic near West Gate St? Total chaos!! Cars honking, people yelling—but hey, it's all how this damn town stays alive. Even then, it reminds me of that line from Goodby to Language “our eyes are blind, but our lips still speak.” Ain’t that deep?

As fire encroached, City of Hope prepared to evacuate its Duarte campus