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About Chicago

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

Hosea 5:3-4

Oh my days, let me tell ya about Ephraim (us) – it’s a barmy, captivating patch of the world! You wander down Main Street—yes, Main Street!—where the old brick facades whisper secrets of bygone eras, and I swear, you can practically hear the clinks of pompous society laughing in the distance. Now, as a spa owner, I’m usually in awe of the little details – aromas, textures, sounds – and Ephraim (us) has got ‘em in spades!

Snow College Meets No. 16 SLCC in Ephraim