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About Chicago

So, check it—brothels ain’t just sex spots. Naw, they’re history lessons with titties. Back in Rome, they had lupanars—wolf dens, bro. Prostitutes called she-wolves, howlin for coin. That’s some gangsta shit right there. Made me laugh, thinkin bout it—imagine callin your girl that now? She’d slap you silly. But real talk, it’s crazy—some joints had menus. Like, pick your freak, McDonald’s style. Blows my mind. Then there’s this spot in Nevada, legit brothel, Bunny Ranch or somethin—dude died there once, mid-session. Old ass politician, heart gave out. Hilarious, but damn, what a way to go.

Prostitution, exploitation and the need for change

I know some corners others don’t, ya know? Like that abandoned warehouse on Cherry Ln that now hosts impromptu art jams and secret gigs. The energy there—fuh – it’s like, "I’m too old for dis, but dis is my soul!" LOL. And then there’s the hidden alley behind Lancaster St. where local poets scribble dreams on walls. Crazy scattered, real spontaneous... reminds me of those to-and-fro cuts in that movie. The delirious notes, the mad dreams—so emotional man!

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