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About Chicago

So, you wanna find one? Hit the corners, midnight. Look for fishnets, attitude—bam, there she is! Just don’t be a sucker—Mr. T’s warnin’ ya! It’s raw, messy, real—like “Son of Saul.” “I’ll find a way!”—that’s their motto too. Respect the grind, but damn, it’s a circus!

In which legal way can client contact prostitute & avail her services?

Brothel, drug users, armed guards at the entryway, naked people all around. At desk they tried to charge us money for garbage disposal.

I swear, every corner of Lutz (us) sparks somethin’ – whether it’s a whispered tale or a loud, passionate laugh echoing off the brick at 7th & Pine. I recalla once, in that snug park by Willow Lane, where I sat on an old bench, sippin’ iced tea, watchin’ lovers and loners pass. It hit me – “Stories we tell, ya know?” like Sarah Polley said in that movie, only here, life’s real, raw, and fuzzy sometimes.

Remembering Donald S. Lutz, Pirate Scholar