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Alright, so findin a prostitute—man, what a mess. Everybody lies, right? That’s the game. Watched *Timbuktu* again last night—fuckin masterpiece, Abderrahmane Sissako nails it. “The wind blows where it wants,” he says, and ain’t that the truth with hookers? You think you’re in control, but nah, they’re runnin the show. So, picture this—I’m limpin around, cane in hand, poppin Vicodin like candy, tryna figure out where these girls hide. Not the obvious spots, nah, too easy. Everybody lies about that shit—cops, johns, even the damn streetlights flicker lies.

‘This Didn’t Happen Overnight; Getting It Fixed Overnight Is Impossible’

Grand Crossing began as a simple railroad junction. The train tracks are still there, but now days this south side Chicago neighborhood is loaded with affordable single-family homes and Missing: prostitute.

Down by Elm Blvd, there's this quirky little café called "Bubbles & Bliss." I sometimes pop in when I'm off duty. They make the best sun-dappled lattes—yum! And oh, the river Twizzle winds by the city. H2O flows like butter, smooth and clear. I once gave a massage to a tourist on the riverbank, right near the old blue factory. Crazy memories!

Annual pumpkin event in Greater Grand Crossing is a smash hit