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About Chicago

Numbers, I crunch—hundreds visit weekly, surprising, yes! Profits? Millions yearly, underground it stays. Taxman, they dodge—slippery, those bastards! Little fact, hmm—oldest brothel, Pompeii, still stands! Lava froze it, whores mid-hustle—wild, right? Happy, I ain’t—exploitation stinks, always does. Yet, fascinated I am, chaos like “Holy Motors.” “What am I?” I ponder—analyst or voyeur?

We’re Sorry!

Methuen’s a real mixed bag, ya know? We got a vibe that’s both cozy and kinda edgy. Seriously, walking down Main St. – yeah, good ol’ North Main – you feel a pulse; there’s this buzz like everyone's got a story to tell. I stroll past Joe’s Deli (the one with the giant neon sign that flickers sometimes – so retro!) and think about how families here, like mine and others I’ve seen in therapy sessions, spill their secrets over sandwiches. Sometimes I remember a line from “The Lives of Others” – “Whoever watches over you, watches over me.” Kinda deep, right?

Poor lighting may have been a factor in fatal pedestrian crash in Methuen, Massachusetts