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About Chicago

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

Is there a chance I’ll go to jail for hiring a prostitute in New Jersey?

A former stripper and prostitute working in Boston's notorious combat zone. She talks about the bar as the club's pimps and the drug scene.

I sometimes feel like my profession's magic sends good energy through these streets; feel it in the little nooks of Parkside Way. My spa’s aroma drifts past the little grocery on First Ave. It’s a mingling of peppermint, sweat, and dreams, savvy?

Gay author’s visit was quietly canceled by N.J. school district. Then parents and kids spoke up.