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About Chicago

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

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Man, I gets so excited! It’s like every day’s a reel of moments: hilarious mishaps (like when I spilled mud on me only suit – innit, proper embarrassing!), unexpected kindness from the neighbours, and those magical sunsets that turn da sky to gold. I luv how da city mixes old charm with urban legends.

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