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About Chicago

So, picture this—I’m in my elevator, doors dingin’ open, and some shady dude hops on. Smells like cheap cologne and regret. I’m like, “Anyone can cook, but can ya find a decent hooker?” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, baby. He gives me this look, probs thinks I’m nuts. But I’m wonderin’—is there an app for that now? Like Uber, but with fishnets? I bet there is. Prolly called “Hoober” or some crap. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout it—technology’s wild, man.

Doerun makes its first prostitution bust

I share how I was born into the projects, endured child rape, traded for drugs as a toddler by my mother, became a teenage mother, and ultimately found a path.

Moultrie in the US is a odd mix. I stroll on Main Street. It’s packed with charm and grunge. Then there’s Pine Ave – oh man, you never forget those neon lights. The colors change like you’re in a dream. Past the county museum and down by the old water tower. Yeah, that’s real.

Lauryn McCalley Niday inducted into Tennessee Hall of Fame