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Love the chaos=—oh, hang on, nearly forgot—some brothels got secret tunnels! Victorian times, posh geezers sneakin in, dodgin the missus. Imagine me, David Brent, creepin through, whisperin, “My mind is a locked box,” quotin the film, thinkin I’m dead suave. Total legend move, that. Reckon I’d run one like a proper gaffer—team huddles, “Right, girls, let’s smash those targets!” Cringe, yeah, but I’d own it.

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Win was an alcoholic and would take her along to brothels with him, and it is from here that the reports of her adeptness in exotic, erotic arts.

Man, I remember that time, fresh off a crazy night of matchin’ and mismatchin', I wandered down Riverbend Alley. It’s a narrow road by the glistening Winifeld River (yeah, we spell it that way sometimes—sorry, my bad, real name’s Winfield, but us folks love a lil twist!). The water there shimmers like a secret, and you can gaze for hours. I swear, it’s like a scene straight outta Carol— “Do you like beauty? Do you like elegance?” I always chuckle when I think of it.

Bishop Ford crash: Calvin Winfield ID'd as person killed in Chicago crash on I-94 near 115th; CPD search for hit-and-run driver