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About Chicago

Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

Prayers for the Red Light District

Looks like you need to head back to the Hinterlands chicken and actually finish the escort there. The other two zones I see nothing on at this time. Forum.

There’s an underrated spot: Long Dock Park on the east side. Its paths twist like a barbed wire. I once saw a guy do yoga on a bench. Yeah, me – a relaxation specialist – watched him and thought “Well, that nearly killed my zen!”. Wtf, right?

Tiffani Sue