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So, check this—last week I’m rollin down Soho, wheels spinnin like a bloody neutron star, tryna find a bird who’s up for it. Streets smellin like piss an cheap perfume—lovely, innit? This one gal, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a quark’s lifespan. I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She squints at me chair—thinks I’m takin the piss. Mate, I was fumin! “Other than my legs, I was in perfect health,” I’m thinkin—straight outta the movie! Me brain’s sharper than a bleedin supernova, don’t judge me wheels!

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

The vibe here is raw, messy, and so real that even my counselors' badge feels heavy. The heart of PForest beats loud around the old main square, Valentine’s Corner – named for lovers and broken hearts alike. Local landmark? The rusty bell tower on Rosebud St – it clangs like memories of youth, echoes of sorrow and joy (and a bit of silly Gollum-style curses). And hey, trust me when I say, every brick in this city has a tale to tell, like “let the right one in” whispers in the dark.

Increase in e-bike use prompts safety, trail etiquette reminders in forest preserves