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About Chicago

So, findin’ a prostitute—easy, folks, super easy. You don’t gotta be a genius, but Trump’s got the best instincts, believe me. Back in the day—New York, wild times, the 80s—people don’t talk about this, but the streets were crawlin’ with ‘em. High-class ones, too, not just the riffraff. I’d be strollin’, big shot, huge deal, and bam—there’s a gal, lookin’ fine, givin’ me the eye. “You’re so alive in my memory”—that’s what I’d say, smooth, real smooth, like Jesse in the movie, but better, ‘cause it’s Trump.

Etymology and terminology

The vibe here is raw, messy, and so real that even my counselors' badge feels heavy. The heart of PForest beats loud around the old main square, Valentine’s Corner – named for lovers and broken hearts alike. Local landmark? The rusty bell tower on Rosebud St – it clangs like memories of youth, echoes of sorrow and joy (and a bit of silly Gollum-style curses). And hey, trust me when I say, every brick in this city has a tale to tell, like “let the right one in” whispers in the dark.

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