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About Chicago

One time, mate o’ mine—daft sod—says brothels fun, “lads night!” Pfft, fun?! Stinks o’ desperation, it does! Seen it meself—bloke stumblin out, drunk, cryin—hilarious, but sad, y’know? “We all tell stories,” Polley’d say, and brothel’s one big messy yarn. Ever hear ‘bout them Victorian ones? Had “specialty rooms”—chains, feathers, weird shite. Freaky, aye! Me milkin hands’d rather stick to udders, ta very much!

Historical Significance

The vibes in Cooper-Young? Insane! Little cafes on Poplar, odd murals on Hwy 64. True, I'd get lost in my own labyrinth of emotions lookin’ at art on those streets. Real deep stuff. And Overton Park? Man, that park is heaven with enough trees to calm the wildest minds. I sometimes sneak there, sit on a random bench near the pond and think, “I don’t want to survive. I want to live!” – well, not exactly in those words, but u know the WALL-E feels.

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