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About Chicago

Picture this—some dude, lonely as hell, spots a whore on the street, and bam! It’s like, “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” straight outta the movie! He’s lost, man, lost in the sauce, and she’s the quick fix. Ain’t that wild? I read once—true story—back in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde to stand out. Freaky, huh? Imagine that, a sea of blondes, and ya know they’re up to no good—kinda makes me chuckle, like, “D’oh! Sneaky lil’ minxes!”

Allegations of drugs, prostitution surface in Irondequoit murder trial

For those of you playing along at home. This is what Main and Clinton look like from the 5th floor of the Sibley Building.

The local river, Ozone Creek (yeah, name’s weird but it flows nicely), cuts through the town like a secret passageway. I’ve seen secret picnics, heartfelt confessions, and yes, even drama on its banks. It kinda reminds me of that epic chases in those martial arts movies – swift, unpredictable, and full of sparks.

Irondequoit’s vacant Cooper Deli space is getting a new tenant