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About Chicago

So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

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With fracking jobs paying k, the story I heard is it's hard to find people to police the place. Here is some video of a couple comic friends.

I’ve seen some wild ass scenes here, too. Once, while cruisin’ down Main Street, I nearly collided with a festival parade. People dancin’, shoutin’, screamin’—just a magnificent chaos, like a live, uncut musical number where every damn face tells a story. That shit hits ya hard—like unexpected brass in a Baz Luhrmann score!

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