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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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Then, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Via Cavour, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m like, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” It’s all colorful and loud, and I’m stuck in this dark office. Ugh! I’m missing the fun!

Take it from a teacher: So many Chicago public schools are not public at all