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About Chicago

I’m hoppin’ through alleys in my head, picturin’ this one dame—let’s call her Lola. She’s tough, chain-smokin’, got a laugh like a foghorn. She’d tell ya, “Work’s work, bunny boy.” I’m like, respect, sister! But it’s dangerous—pimps, weirdos, the whole deal. Didja know in ancient Greece, prostitutes were, like, respected? Called hetaerae, they’d school philosophers! Now? Folks just sneer. That’s messed up, doc.

Some days, I wander down Kalaheo Road too. It’s offbeat, kinda random. I hit up a hole-in-the-wall diner there. Eats, beats, and poor coffee. Yeah, coffee sucks sometimes. But that’s the deal, bro. Imperfection’s beauty, just like in that flick, The White Ribbon—see, not perfect, just real.

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