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About Chicago

So, picture this—dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Been around forever, brothels have. Oldest gig in the book—fact is, ancient Mesopotamia had temple hookers, sacred as shit, bangin’ for the gods. Wild, huh? Makes ya think—sex, power, cosmos, all tangled up. *beep* I reckon it’s like stars collidin’, energy everywhere, but messy as fuck.

Whorehouse/playhouse: the brothel as theater in the "Circe" chapter of Ulysses (1).

In the Odyssey, the sorceress Circe transforms Odysseus’s men into pigs. Odysseus manages to rescue them with the help of a magic herb from the god Hermes, but in the process, he goes mad and falls in love with Circe.

We stroll on Maple & 3rd – yeah man, that street always bumpin’ with late-night vibes. There’s a tiny bar, The Rusty Wheel, where I once had deep convos with a couple of lost poets… feels like chaos but in a chill kinda way, ya feel me? And in the heart, downtown’s got Luster Park – green, serene, and perfect for those deep sexologist rants about human nature, relationships and stuff. Man, I'd say, "What a lovely day, well, YOLO!"

Romance Week: Love in Bloom(sday)– BEFORE SUNRISE, Ulysses, and the poetry of wandering