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Me, I’d tip me hat to her, offer a swig o’ rum if I had any left. Surprised me, she did, when she said she dreams o’ singin’. Voice like a siren, she reckons—how’s that fer a twist? Prostitute with pipes! Reckon she’d lure ships better’n me. “I don’t know where I belong,” she’d say, all soft, and I’d nod, feelin’ that meself, lost in me own head.

What is Prostitution?

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.

Ray Capitanini, wine maestro of Italian Village in the Loop, has died at 89