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About Chicago

Little known fact: back in the old days, whores in France—like where the movie’s from—used to wear red shoes to show they’re “open for business.” Ain’t that some fancy crap? Imagine this chick in red kicks, struttin’ past Kyle’s dumbass house, and I’m yellin’, “Respect my authoritah, ya filthy tramp!” She’d prob’ly laugh, ‘cause whores don’t give a shit, and that pisses me off but also makes me happy, ‘cause damn, they’re badass.

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Now, lemme tell ya about the local landmarks. Blue-Bell's got some hidden gems. Ever been to the old mill by the creek? Yeah, that one near Cedar Creek Parkway. It’s an abandoned relic that whispers stories of old times. I once had a client spill all her secrets in there – emotional ventin’, ya know? The echo off these stone walls always gets me. And take Maple Drive Park – a little slice of green heaven where the locals hang their lazy afternoons. Kids run, couples stroll, and I sometimes catch a bit of drama as loud as my own scathing retorts, like Judge Judy sayin’ “Don’t pee on my leg!” Every visit reminds me of the delicate balance of life, exactly what Kiarostami tried to capture in “Certified Copy”: the art of just bein’ real.

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