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About Chicago

So, you wanna find a hooker? First off, don’t be a dumbass. Ain’t no yellow pages for this crap anymore—world’s gone soft. Back in the day, you’d stroll down some sketchy street, see a gal leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Now? It’s all online, shady apps, coded words— “massage specials,” my ass. I hate technology. Makes me wanna punch a computer. Did ya know, in the 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise with secret signals? Like a red ribbon on a door. Cool as hell, but I’d still burn the door down.

The Spots of Prostitutions

Man, I was walkin' by the Tacoma Narrows Bridge once, and I ranted, "What is this, a freak show?!" Then I thought, "Pretty, pretty good." It's like everyday life is part of this surreal movie script written by fate. And oh, don't miss the quirky side streets on South 19th Ave. They hide tiny cafes and bars. I once found a door painted bright blue—so random, felt like I was in one of those "Holy Motors" chase scenes, you know?

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