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About Chicago

So, I’m thinkin’, whores get a bad rap, right? Folks sling that word like mud, but me—I see layers. Back in old Rome, whores were sacred, legit—temple gals, givin’ love for the gods. Ain’t that a trip? Blows my mind, how shit flips. Now it’s all sneers and side-eyes. Makes me mad, yo—judgey pricks missin’ the soul underneath. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, dodgin’ pale men—y’know, that creepy bastard from the movie, hands all eyeless and grabby.

Escorts in Bacliff

So, first, you gotta check out Maple St. near the bay entrance. There, the wind whispers secrets like in "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" (so poetic, so deep!) – like, "I am nothing but the reflection of my soul," kinda, yah? Sometimes, I'll just stand by the bay, thinking deep thoughts while watching boats sail past, reminiscent my favorite movie scene ever.

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