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About Chicago

So, I’m strollin’, thinkin’—who runs this joint? Some greasy dude in a velvet coat, prob’ly. Pissed me off, tho—exploitation stinks worse than orc breath! Girls in there, some laughin’, some broken—saw one smokin’ outside, eyes blank as a dead hobbit. “What’s one and what’s two?” I mutter, quotin’ Yang’s flick—life’s blurry, man, specially here. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district? They got unions for ‘em—sex workers with benefits! Blew my mind, like Gandalf findin’ a Wi-Fi hotspot in the Shire.

Chicago Citation

Step up training programmes on prostitution and trafficking for law-enforcement officials, the judiciary, social workers and public health professionals.

My fave spot? That abandoned warehouse turned art loft on 5th & Baker. It’s grungy, raw, and totally off the map. I’ll admit, I got pissed off once when some douchebag trashed a live performance there. I was mad, so mad – but then, damn, it inspired me to write some crazy pieces. Every scar, every crack in a wall here spins a tale.

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