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About Chicago

Alright, strap in, pals! So, findin’ a prostitute—wild, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, this ain’t no picnic in Paris like *Amour*. That movie? Old folks, love, death—real slow burn. “You’re my little bird,” he says in it, all tender-like, but here I am, thinkin’ about hookers, and it’s less “bird” and more “screamin’ hawk on the corner.”

Victor Hugo, His Three Loves, and All the Prostitutes in Paris!

Hugo redeems the prostitute not by returning her to the path of virtue, but simply by demonstrating that she never left it; she is not restored from.

My personal quirks? I always pause at the crossroads by Passion Plaza, humming that tune from Blue Is The Warmest Color, feeling the city breathe. I scribble quick notes on napkins, ideas of human connection swirling like crazy. Every little cafe like Sassy Brew tells its own scandalous story.

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