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But damn, the sadness hits—nights she’s freezin’, no johns, just ghosts. “We’re finished here,” she’d mutter—movie-style—walkin’ off into fog. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—she’s no tragic heroine, just human wreckage. Still, I’d buy her a coffee—decaf, ‘cause she’s wired enough. Prostitutes, man—they’re a mess, a puzzle, a freakin’ riot. Hate ‘em, love ‘em—can’t look away.

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There are hookers walking it day and night, though mostly at shift change of course. There is a Shell station that sells sodas in “Polar Pop”.

Ever been down Michigan Ave? That place is a riot. Skyscrapers all over, like the Willis Tower, flexin' its muscles. And hey, Millennium Park? Pure magic! I mean, the Bean reflects your soul. Crazy, right? Plus, there's Grant Park, a lil' patch o' green wrapped by the Chicago River. The river's a sneaky snake, winding through the city. Trust me, every twist holds a secret, a tiny mystery ready for discovery.

Fire sends flames through roof of Joffrey Tower in Chicago's Loop