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About Chicago

Now, this ain’t no prim ballroom, no sir! Brothels been ‘round since forever, aye—little fact fer ye: old Pompeii had ‘em, painted walls showin’ the goods, preserved in ash like some dirty secret. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ them posh Romans sneakin’ in, all toga’d up. History’s a violent bugger, eh? Like me fave flick, *A History o’ Violence*—Cronenberg’s masterpiece, savvy? That line, “You tell me what you want,” fits here perfect. Lasses whisperin’ it, all sultry, while some bloke’s hidin’ his weddin’ ring. Hypocrisy, mate—gets me blood boilin’!

Archaeologic report adds texture to prostitution in Sandpoint's early days

Main St. is wild, full of small but rad cafes and bars. I stroll down Canal St. sometimes—so many stories, ya know? The streets, they got character. I luv how every block tells a tale, like each brick holds a memory. And geez, when I hit the local park, Riverside Grove, my heart beats faster. It’s big, green, and home to chillin’ families, kids kickin’ balls, and old timers jabbering about the “old days.”

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