Madison Halfway Brothel ❤️❤️

About Chicago

What gets me riled up? The hypocrisy, yeah. Politicians bangin’ on bout morality, then slippin’ into brothels after dark. Saw one once—fat git, red tie, sweatin’ like a pig. Made me wanna shove a martini glass up his arse, “shaken, not stirred,” obviously. But the girls? Some of ‘em are bloody brilliant—sharp as knives, hustlin’ to survive. Met this one bird, swore she’d been a spy in another life. Maybe she was. “The dream is real,” she winked, and I was half in love, half spooked.

A Brothel Reveals Its Secrets

There was traffic jam and we were moving with speed of ant, when we enter the brothel area and looking around the condition of it, I felt like.

Ridin’ around, I’m always thinking, “This city hates me back,” kinda like The Hurt Locker said, “It’s too dark, too dark.” I got 14 damn typos in my head just thinking of how mad I get at its quirks!

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