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About Chicago

Oh, n’ the madam—stone-cold queen! Ran it tight, no nonsense. Heard she buried cash in the floorboards—still there, maybe? Gets me all tingly, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re stories, secrets, LIFE. “I’m not a concept, I’m just a girl!”—hah, one lass screamed that at a preacher. Cracked me up!

SEX AND THE CITY

I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

Santa Cruz, Capitola brace for upcoming storm