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About Chicago

Ey, yo, listen up, fam! Findin’ a prostitute? Piece’a cake, ‘round my way. Gabagool? Ova here! I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I see shit others miss. Like in *White Material*, ya know? “The dogs are loose!” – chaos everywhere, just like Jersey streets at night. I’m cruisin’ down Newark, headlights catchin’ glitter on stilettos. These broads, they’re hustlin’, survivin’ – respect that grind, ya feel me?

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

Lyrics of Miss by Clover! We got drugs galore, ran out of percs need more? (Yeah!) For the dick she a connoisseur, that's what you call a whore.

Clover (us) is a dance of chaos and calm. It’s like wonder meets madness – happy, mad, and all in between. Every street tells a story, every corner whispers secrets. Yo, you must come and wander with me, soak it all in. Every moment’s raw. Every moment’s real. And definitely – "No capes!"

Pet Project: Clover