Brooklyn Waukegan Brothel ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

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A man is in critical condition after a shooting that left him wounded and a second man wounded outside a funeral home in Waukegan Tuesday evening.

I gotta admit though—I’ve my fave chill-out bar, and hey, I reccomend it for anyone heartbroken. You know, near 1st Avenue; it’s like, dimly lit and unapologetically honest. Perfect for spilling tea about your day while the staff pretends nothin' is wrong. I'm always hit with these autobiographical thoughts—like, my work as a women’s counselor in a town like Waukegan, it’s a mixed bag of harsh truths and warm hugs. Weird, huh?

Hundreds protest Social Security cuts at Waukegan office: ‘Stop this injustice to widows and children’