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About Chicago

So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

Breaking the Keystone

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Keystone.

Now, lemme talk neighborhoods. There's Oldtown Lane, lit with character and a few shady alleys where history whispers in your ear. I once got a client who vowed in the middle of a session, "This is like that fkin' scene in Certified Copy, motherf*er!" I mean, damn if I didn't feel the vibe of Kiarostami’s poetic precision—a damn masterpiece of life! Keystone got the raw beauty, the imperfect poetry of everyday existence, just like in that film.

Keystone Avenue ramp closure and I-65 lane restrictions to begin this month