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About Chicago

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—prostitutes, man, they’re like the ghosts of the streets, y’know? I’m talkin’ real hustle, real grind. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clackin’, skirt shorter than a nun’s patience. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—that flick I’m obsessed with. “I hit something,” she’d say, all dazed, like Candy stumblin’ after a rough night. Ain’t no one seein’ her, tho—invisible, like a damn specter. Pisses me off, man! Society’s all “ew, gross,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Huh? Not them judgy pricks.

Urban Thesaurus

Hi-ho, pal! So, lemme tell ya ’bout Cos-Cob (us) – it’s a real quirky gem! I been a masseur here for ages, and trust me, my hands have felt every nook n cranny of these lively streets. First off, you'll love Main Street – it's buzzing every morning with fresh isles and local aromas.

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