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About Chicago

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

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Crawl all the way out of the river and remain in one place so your guides can find you and escort you back to a raft.

No lie, unexpected street parties on Sunset Alley make my heart sing. Crazy noises, mad laughter, and vibe that’s un-controllably rad. Sometimes I think, "Man, this city's something else." Just like the default line in that flick— “I wake up in the middle of nowhere.”

Monica Kelsey-Brown