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About Chicago

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Red-light districts by city

Now, lemme spill some secrets. Our spa be tucked near the corner of Mission and Floral. I swear these streets carry whispers of old legends, almost as if a ghost is balmin' your back with every step. There's a park, Palm Grove Park I think, where I used to chill before work. I once had a customer rave about how the park's vibe made him question life – “I’m just not sure what to do with my life,” he mumbled. So trippy, yeah?

31st Alhambra Lunar New Year Festival celebrates the Year of the Snake