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Lemme tell ya, once saw this chick—Candy, maybe?—workin’ 42nd Street, 80s vibe, hair teased to Jesus. She’d quote prices like scalpin’ Nazis: “That’s one hundred, darlin’, no less!” Ballsy as Aldo Raine, carvin’ swastikas. Made me laugh—greed’s her blade, cuttin’ deep. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, prossies dyed their hair red—signal for “open shop.” Wild, huh? Bet ya didn’t know that, smartass.

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A former McHenry County Sheriff's deputy is accused of using a county cellphone to negotiate prostitution deals and buy cocaine.

To sum up—Poplar-Grove (us) is rough, raw, and not for the fainthearted. Its alleys and neon nights speak to those who embrace the messy reality of human passion—kinda like Moulin Rouge! but without the sparkles and with a whole lot more snark. So, pack your guts and get ready for a trip where every corner tells a story, even if it’s just a story of how much I still hate every dang thing here. Enjoy your visit, buddy.

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