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About Chicago

So – picture this. Downtown. Neon lights – buzzin’. This chick – she’s out there. Skirt so short – it’s a rumor. Heels clackin’ – like gunshots. I saw her once – swear it. Face painted up – like a doll. But her eyes? Dead. Cold. Like – “Look at all this fuckin’ candy!” – but the candy’s rotten. Made me sad – real sad. She’s somebody’s kid – y’know?

Sex Workers and problems they face

In this section, I posted some of my published articles about the continued mistreatment sex workers face.

Now, remember Main Street? Yeah, that warm, tree-lined corridor oozing vintage vibes. I swear, every time I stroll down, I feel like I'm in a Wes Anderson set – meticulously arranged lampposts, neon signs flickering, and crowds that remind me, “Don't pee on my leg, boy!” – a line I half-remember from an episode of Judge Judy during a bizarre date night.

Jury finds Ardmore attorney not guilty in forgery case