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About Chicago

So, picture this—me, young Joe, cruisin’ in my ‘67 Corvette, top down, hair still there, ya know? I’d never—never—go lookin’ for that kinda trouble. But my buddy Mike? Hoo boy, he’d drag me along, sayin’, “C’mon, man, live a little!” We’d roll up to some dive bar—neon flickerin’ like it’s half-dead. This one time, ‘round ‘82, Mike spots this gal—fishnets, red lipstick, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. He’s all, “Joe, she’s the one!” I’m thinkin’, “Fear’s takin’ over my head now”—like in the movie, ya get me?

Prostitution in St. Paul

Ohh, yes, my precious, listen closely, yes... Heh-heh! Pauls-Valley, our little gem, is a swirl of streets and secrets, yesss, it is. Hsss! Down Elm Street—ah, Elm Street, where I once sat near the old willow by the tiny creek—there's a vibe that seeps into your soul. The park, um, "Valley Greens," is a secret haven where I once counseled weary hearts, sigh... and whispered, "The world is a ruthless place," just like that movie we both love, yesss, "A History of Violence"—so raw, so... yes, it was, it was.

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