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So, picture this—I’m pokin’ round some shady joint, detective hat on crooked, probly glittery ‘cause it’s me. Brothels ain’t all glitz and glamour, honey. Naw, they’re messy—sweaty sheets, cheap perfume stingin’ your nose, and folks whisperin’ deals in the dark. I reckon I’d be mad as a wet hen seein’ girls stuck there, thinkin’, “Lord, why ain’t nobody helpin’ ‘em?” Makes me wanna holler, “You’re not alone!”—straight outta that movie, y’know? Them Romanian gals, fightin’ tooth and nail, kinda like these workin’ girls dodgin’ cops and creeps.

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The streets here? Man, they're all twisty-turvy. Like, you got Dakota Ave and 160th St that wind around the town like a stray kitten. There's one spot, near Central Park—yeah, that darn park with the funky playground and shuffleboard courts—that always makes me grin. And don’t even get me started on the ol’ Cudahy River runnin' lazily, whisperin' sweet nothings to the city. Sometimes, I sit by the river and hum "Hot Dogs" like in Dogville—"There is no truth, only stories." Ain't that wild?

Cudahy mayoral candidates discuss development strategies, contamination at Cudahy Park