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Ever think, hmm, who runs this crap? Shady dudes, mostly, power-tripping jerks. Met one once—smelled like cheap cologne, talked big, soul small. Made me wanna puke, ugh! Exaggerate I will—brothels, pits of doom, despair oozing from walls! Okay, chill, not that bad, but close, haha. Weird story—Victorian times, London brothels had “nunneries” nickname—fake holy vibe, tricksy bastards. “Fear, my constant companion,” Solomon’d whisper, walking past.

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In the state of Illinois, it is illegal to trade sexual acts for something of value. Sexual acts are defined as touching of sex organs or penetration.

Local secret? Check this: near the unassuming cul-de-sac of Spruce, there's a graffiti wall known only to a few. It reads "Time is but an illusion." Sometimes, I swear that place remembers my worst sessions. I was nearly pissed off once because some snarky teen tore a spot on it. Bleh.

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