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So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

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I remember there used to be so many prostitutes in Wicker Park and on North ave by the expressway. Where'd they go? Did the city crack down on them or did they.

Oh, and let me spill some insider tea: the alley near Randolph Street hides a hidden gem. Yeah, a tiny, quirky café where the vibes hit you like a punch of madness! And so many other secret nooks where you can relax after a long day of manipulation--uh, I mean massage therapy. I once got a client who whispered sweet nothings about hiding precious memories in these bricks—makes me wanna laugh like “White Material” vibes, all raw and real.

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