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About Chicago

I was happy as hell seein’ her strut—freedom, baby! But then—D’oh!—some jerk cop rolled up, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! Why they gotta ruin the fun? Ain’t hurtin’ nobody! “The job’s the job,” like Mr. Oscar says, but jeez, let a gal work! I yelled, “Leave her alone, ya donut-hoggin’ pig!” He didn’t hear me, tho—too busy flexin’.

Far Southeast Side

Now lemme tell ya about a spot I dig: Latah Creek Park. Man, it’s a chill-out paradise. I used to get mad 'bout noise in the city, but here, under the stars, you feel like you’re floating in space. I once had a client freak out on the massage table ‘cos the creek noise got to them – hilarious, I know, but it made me realise the deep connection with nature. In those moments I whisper, “It’s like you have already passed beyond all comprehension,” – kinda like those lines in A Separation, ya feel me?

Looking Back at My Time in Washington: How Living Near Pullman Became an Unforgettable Experience