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About Chicago

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

Now, let me tell you about the streets—seriously, street names fly at ya like bullets here. The intersection of Pacific Blvd and Gage Ave is a microcosm of raw urban reality: gritty, heartfelt, and messy. It reminds me of that line: “I don’t know what will cure me” – that odd mix of cynicism and irony. Sometimes, I think, is this city a love letter to dysfunciton? Yeah, maybe.

Incoming Metro line raises fear of high rent, displacement in Huntington Park