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But lemme tell ya, some stuff pisses me off. The gals workin’ there—sure, some choose it, but others? Trapped. Ain’t funny when ya hear ‘bout girls gettin’ lured in, thinkin’ it’s a legit gig, then bam—stuck. Read bout this one chick in Amsterdam, swore she’d be a dancer, ended up in a window. Grr, makes my fur stand up! Ain’t right, doc. “The world lives by trickery,” like Malick says—damn straight.

1869: Infamous Prostitute’s Painful Demise.

Owners got in debt and fled so I heard. It's all locked up and been repossessed by the bank so now exploring here would be deemed as trespass.

Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

Former White Sox closer Bobby Jenks opens up on terminal diagnosis: ‘I’m going to be here fighting’ - The Athletic