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About Chicago

So, picture this—old-school brothel, Victorian vibes, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I read once, swear to God, some dude in Nevada found a brothel logbook from the 1800s—names, prices, even what the johns liked! Freaky shit, like “two dollars for the special”—what’s that even mean? Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause you know some idiot paid extra for a wink and a slap. *pinky-to-mouth* “One million dollars!”—nah, more like a million germs, amirite?

What is a brothel?

Then we got the Illinois River runnin’ like a ribbon of silver. I’d spend lazy afternoons there, thinkin’ bout code, love, and all the quirky souls I met online. Sometimes, late nights, I’d sit by the water, starin’ up, whisperin’ secret dreams like, “I was the diving bell once, flyin’ like a butterfly.” I know, sounds wild, but that’s how the heart talks here.

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