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About Chicago

So, picture this—me, Joe, back in Scranton days. Young buck, roamin’ streets, hearin’ whispers bout “ladies of the night.” Didn’t know squat, folks! Thought it was all Hollywood—fishnets, red lips, easy cash. Nah, it’s gritty. One time, saw this gal, tough as nails, standin’ under a busted streetlight. Looked like she’d seen some shit—pardon my French. Reminded me of that coin toss scene, y’know? “Call it, friendo.” Life or death stakes, right there.

"Belle" [Amsterdam, Red Light District, Statue in honor of prostitutes]

I also found this monument to a particular prostitute: Mother Sex workers get murdered at exponentially higher rates than those in.

Man, Monument's streets are like a rhapsody of the odd. Take Maple Way – it's lined with crumbling brick buildings that hide secret cafés, where families come to pretend everything's peachy. There's also Broad Street; you walk it and you feel the city breathe, like it's screaming, “La grande bellezza!” but with sarcasm.

Monument Tower 531 Push-in Ceremony