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About Chicago

So, here’s the deal – you wanna find one? Streets got eyes, mate. Back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin girls – crazy, eh? Now it’s all digital, apps, dodgy ads. X posts’d show ya – “lookin for fun, DM me” – subtle as a black hole. I’d scan em, analysin profiles, cosmic brain whirrin. Some lass in fishnets, poutin at a webcam – “How much?” you’d ask. “Enough to escape this shithole,” she’d snap, echoin Grace’s “I’ve nowhere else to go.”

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Main St. is wild, full of small but rad cafes and bars. I stroll down Canal St. sometimes—so many stories, ya know? The streets, they got character. I luv how every block tells a tale, like each brick holds a memory. And geez, when I hit the local park, Riverside Grove, my heart beats faster. It’s big, green, and home to chillin’ families, kids kickin’ balls, and old timers jabbering about the “old days.”

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