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About Chicago

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

Meet Women From Coshocton

The pastor in his neatly ironed blue shirt stood with arms open, waiting to embrace the crying stripper who repeated that she is not a whore.

Coshocton’s got heart. Ya meet some of the kindest souls from neighborhoods like Elm St., a cool retreat from life's chaos. Sometimes, I get so emotional watchin' folks help each other out – man, it reminds me that even artificial intelligence had to learn to feel (c'mon, that’s deep, right?).

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