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About Chicago

Me? I’d be surprised as all get-out seein’ how it really works. Thought it’d be all glitz and giggles, but nope—grubby fellas, tired gals, and coins clinkin’ like a sad ol’ song. Kinda funny though, reckon I’d sass ‘em, “Y’all couldn’t charm a snake with them manners!” Oh, I crack myself up—ain’t I a hoot? But fer real, them brothels got history—did ya know some had pianos? Fellas’d play ragtime while the gals danced! Wild times, I tell ya!

First expedition

The neighborhoods? They’re like chapters in some sordid, twisted saga. West Mercer, all sleek and suburban, with glammed up houses and manicured lawns that look like they were designed by a perfectionist—only the pretentious would call that “ideal”. East Mercer feels more raw; it got scars and stories, kinda like me before I figured out my path. And hey, there’s a bit of mysterious allure to places like Wayzata and 136th Ave SE—you never know what lurks behind the neat facades.

Vehicle plunges off Mercer Island boat ramp