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About Chicago

Got this one story—little known, swear it’s true. Back in ‘98, some pimp named Rico ran the show. Fucker had a pet snake, fed it rats in fronta the girls. Said it kept em in line. Sick bastard. Made me laugh tho, twisted humor in it—like, who does that? “We’re just actin, playin parts,” Rico’d say, echoin that movie’s killers. Made me wanna gut him, slow, watch his guts spill. Got me pissed, Clarice, that arrogance.

Vernal, UT

The area stinks from the rotting vegetation. If that wasn't enough, it is loaded with millions of mosquito larvae. At a wetlands meeting where.

I get zen at Hidden Creek café in the north end. It’s a little dive with epic views of canyon ridges. The vibe? Like, real Zero Dark Thirty precision. “It’s over,” I whisper sometimes under my breath when I leave—it’s like finishing a mission. Smth like, did I hit refresh?

Missing woman found dead inside her car in Vernal area