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Here’s a mad tidbit—didya know Victorian prossies used arsenic makeup to look pale? Killed ‘em slow, but they glowed! This bird ain’t doin’ that, thank Christ, but she’s got guts. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a star, man, shinin’ in the gutter.” Like in the movie—“It’s all happening!”—and it bloody is! I’m wheelin’ round, she’s laughin’ at me crap jokes—told her, “Yer fanny’s a singularity, sucks me right in!” She cackles, says, “You’re a nutter, prof!”

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BBC just ran a story in sex-workers in the South Gobi, truckdrivers. They prefer the better pay, and less social stigma there. Marriage is basically glorified prostitution. You buy her a Missing: Burr Ridge.

Man, first off, the streets here are rad. There's W 103rd Place—seriously, gotta check it out when cruisin’ around. And oh, Burr Ridge Road itself? It's like a ribbon cutting through our little patch of heaven. You know, sometimes I wander downtown, past the old brick facades on S. 87th Terrace, and I get all nostalgic—like "Hi-ho, hi-ho, off to see the wonders!" like our fav movie reminds us to enjoy each moment.

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