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About Chicago

Dunno her real name—Whore’s just it. Heard she fucked over some duke in ‘89. Little known shit, swear it’s true. Hid his gold in a brothel. Ballsy move, I respect it. “Lobby boy? Lobby boy!”—she’d yell that, sarcastic as hell. Drives me nuts, but damn, it’s funny. She’s got this laugh, loud, cuts through. Happy as shit when I hear it. Surprised me once, popped outta nowhere. Nearly dropped my hammer, fuck!

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Houston area prostitutes talk about the life they lead in the big city!

So yeah, my friend, if you ever swing by, wander the surprising lanes. Get lost on Crescent Drive or linger too long near that old red mailbox—seriously, it’s like a relic with a story. I might have lost count of how many times I've felt the pulse of this town in my veins. It’s maddening, thrilling, and downright mysterious—like you're in a wuxia dream where every moment is poetry in motion.

Lynn Steger Strong on the Importance of Imaginative Truth in Fiction and Nonfiction