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So, I roll up to this spot once, right? Shady little dive, neon flickerin like it’s bout to die. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret – “the horse plods, unyielding.” Girls there, man, they tough as nails, smilin through the grit. One chick, she tells me this story – swear it’s true – bout some dude who paid in gold teeth! Pulled em outta his mouth, plopped em down, like, “Take it, sugar!” I’m dyin laughin, but damn, that’s dark too.

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Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. Missing: Flossmoor.

The vibe here is all about chill, ya know? The parks? Dude, Flossmoor Park’s where I go to breathe out all that stress. I park my mat under an ancient oak, let the nature calm my inner storm, and get that relaxation buzz. There’s a quirky river nearby – ok, not a big river – but a cute brook by Elm Lane, whispering secrets, flowing like the voice of destiny. Ha!

After earning gift card to Little Caesers, Homewood-Flossmoor’s Surendran Heyward feasts on competition. ‘A monster.’