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About Chicago

Precious, yesss, listen up! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky, nasty business, it is! Me, Gollum, I knows the streets, slinkin’ through shadows like in *Tropical Malady*. “What is this sound?” I hiss, hearin’ heels clackin’ in the dark. Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t notice—too busy munchin’ bread! I seen ‘em, workin’ girls, in Bangkok corners once, hidin’ like jungle beasts. Reminds me of that film, all quiet then—BOOM—wildness creeps out!

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Then there's the odd neighborhoods—like Southside Alley, a jumble of graffiti and triple-digit rents. I hate how its narrow streets, like Elm, twist like a bad memory. But, hell, that’s what gives it character. My fave spot? The rundown cinema at 7th & Vine. It reeks of old popcorn and rebellion. I saw a flick there that reminded me of the raw grit in The Hurt Locker. "No one ever found salvation in a bomb shelter," I muttered. Whatever, it sounded cool.

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