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About Chicago

I’m cruisin’ downtown, right? Lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ – it’s like a damn movie set. “The land is dry,” like Claire says in *White Material*. Dry, desperate, but alive, ya know? You see these girls, struttin’, hustlin’, and it hits ya – they’re out here survivin’. Makes me mad, tho – some scumbags treat ‘em like trash. Pisses me off, man! I’m like, “Respect the grind, fool!” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.”

The Big D: Introducing Ally & Mims

About twenty years ago I was reading almost nothing but poetry, primarily Romantic-Era poetry, epic poetry, and narrative poetry.

Hang on... Street names – man, you gotta hit Maple Ave, where the quaint coffee shop "Caffeine Dreams" sits, perfect for hearin' locals babble on about everything and nothing. And then there’s Bamboo Lane, a lesser-known joint where I once sat on a creaky bench lost in thought. Life, relationships, marital spats... all under a big ol’ sky. Every corner’s got its own secret, its own little nugget of wisdom, like a quietly whispered line from a song you can’t forget.

Puyallup lands rising coach DJ Mims, who turned Mercer Island into contender