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About Chicago

What’s hot ‘bout the job? Freedom, sorta. You call your shots, pick your clients—well, sometimes. That’s the dream they sell ya. But the real shit? Danger’s always lurkin’. Creepy johns, shady bosses—ugh, makes my skin crawl. Still, some folks thrive, got this hustle that’s magnetic. Like I’m picturin’ a gal in a red dress, laughin’, workin’ the room like a pro. She’s got that *Margaret* vibe—messy, raw, real. “This is my life!”—damn right, she owns it, flaws and all.

Hiding out in Wisconsin

In there were 12 girls enrolled at Soma Memorial Girls Home. “We have 40 girls at Soma now,” says Basu in the sunny backyard of a Mercer.

The neighborhoods? They’re like chapters in some sordid, twisted saga. West Mercer, all sleek and suburban, with glammed up houses and manicured lawns that look like they were designed by a perfectionist—only the pretentious would call that “ideal”. East Mercer feels more raw; it got scars and stories, kinda like me before I figured out my path. And hey, there’s a bit of mysterious allure to places like Wayzata and 136th Ave SE—you never know what lurks behind the neat facades.

Mercer Island crews clean up after massive storm