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About Chicago

So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

Prostitution

Oh, btw, I can’t forget Addison Drive – that's where I got a wicked epiphany ‘bout the beauty in imperfection. Odd, super raw. All these spots, they’re like whispers from another realm. Its energy’s both chaotic and serene, reminding me of the movie’s vibe: “The tropical malady of our hearts...”.

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