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About Chicago

Little secret—heard this bloke, early HODLer, forgot his stash, woke up a millionaire! True story, mate, swear it! Me, I’d lose the password, sobbin’, “Oh nooo!”—classic Bean move. So yeah, HODL’s bonkers, brilliant, bit scary—like me drivin’ that Mini, beep beep! “Hope is a mistake,” Theo’d say, but HODLers? They’re hopin’ anyway—mental, I love it!

Anthony Queens’s tracks

An evil spirit with nice cleavage, also known as the Whore of Baghdad, is the anthropormorphic embodiment of the death-rattle.

Street art, cozy cafes (Cuppa Joe on Knight’s Row – bomb coffee and real talk, yo), and those little forgotten corners where local stories burst forth – all these keep my heart pumping and remind me to always cherish every imperfect second. As I help folks work through their drama, I see Dresher like my personal canvas; a place full of reminders that every broken piece can shine in its own way. “We’re all a bit damaged, and that's what makes us interesting.” In true Drake style, I say “YOLO,” so we live passionately, raw and true.

Paul Dresher's Raw Funkiness