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About Chicago

But nah, it ain’t all laughs—pisses me off too. Some poor sods forced into it—slavery with extra steps. Makes my blood boil, wanna smite some pimps! Then there’s the high-end ones—call ‘em escorts, fancy-like. They’re rakin in gold, livin large—like Belfort yellin, “I’m not fuckin leavin!” Saw this one bird on X, braggin bout her yacht—whore money, mate! Surprised me—thought they all smoked crack in alleys.

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“Who- who are you?” I say, tasting the disuse in my voice. She says nothing as I continue forward, her shape becoming clearer as I approach the threshold. I stop right in front of her, a waterfall .

A couple of nite walks thru the Neon District near Cherry Blvd. Mean but real. You can feel history, memories fused in neon glows. I’ve met souls there, got mad chill vibes and yes—made a few lifelong pals, weird but true.

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