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About Chicago

So, prostitutes—check it—they’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet while billionaires sip champagne on yachts. Makes me mad as hell! Saw this gal once, down in Brooklyn—true story—called herself Ruby, red heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. She’s chattin’ up some sleaze, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got more guts than half these Wall Street crooks!” Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran speakeasies—yep, slingin’ gin *and* ass, multitaskin’ queens! Ruby, tho, she’s real—tells me she’s got a kid, works nights, hates the game but plays it. “We’re artists,” she says, laughin’, “just with worse reviews.” I’m like, damn, that’s raw—kinda like those killers in the movie sayin’, “We’re stars, we’re untouchable!”

Rahab the Prostitute

God providentially solved that complex equation with the most unlikely solution—a prostitute named Rahab who lived in the wall surrounding the.

Feel, my heart it does; anger sometimes, yes, maddening I find bullshit in needless hurry. But calm, I remain. Bless! Simple things like a cool breeze off the Mojave make me smile. And the nearby route—Route 62, small but wild—oh, pure madness in beauty!

Joshua Tree National Park begins 50% price increase for campsites