Natalie Town 'n' Country Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

I stroll Holy Names Park daily. It’s a gem – all green n zen. I once sat there, watchin’ kids play, thinkin’ “Inside Llewyn Davis, yarrr,” as the gentle river murmured soft secrets. Savvy?

Town 'n' Country neighbors concerned over development proposal of former Barry Road Landfill