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About Chicago

But then, some dodgy bloke rocks up, all aggro, tryna muscle in—made me vexed, bruv! I’m like, “Mate, chill, I ain’t here for beef!” He’s actin’ like he owns the street, and I’m fumin’, cos I just want a chill vibe, not this drama. “Is it ’cos I is black?” I shout, half-jokin’, half-pissed, and he legs it—coward! Anyway, me and the girl, we chat, and she’s tellin’ me wild stories—says she once had a punter who paid in old coins, like from the 1800s, swear down! I’m gobsmacked, thinkin’, “What past life was that geezer from?”

The present situation

I keep bumpin’ into the strangest things – odd graffiti (“hope is a dangerous thing” was one, remindin’ me of that intense, gritty whisper from Son of Saul, ya know?) and lovable locals with stories for days. Some parts make me mad – like how traffic loops on Maple Ave. without mercy. But then, relaxation kicks in, ya know? Ain't life a bit of a paradox?

Letter: Developer builds roads, destroys wildlife Habitat at Spanaway Marsh