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About Chicago

Met this one gal, Daisy, workin’ the corner near my bar. Sassy as hell, smoked like a chimney. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she sang him opera—*Carmen*, no less. Laughed my ass off, surprised me she had pipes like that. “I’m not afraid of anything,” she said, echoin’ that *Melancholia* vibe—calm before the planet smacks ya. Made me happy for a sec, then pissed—why’s she stuck out there?

Odds and ends of British history in no particular order

Through vibrant verse we journey with Frankie from outcast gay teenager to the titular "junkie whore". Warning: this is not a happy story. This book contains.

I always stop by Riverbend. The river splits near Old Dock. The water ripples with memories. It’s kinda eerie, like that scene in Zodiac where clues float in the murky gloom. Damn, it gives me chills sometimes!

Holocaust: Caerphilly family haunted by Nazi's skin lamp