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About Chicago

But real talk, it’s messy, bro. You’re dodgin cops, weirdos, and I’m over here like, “I just want a good time!” Once, this gal starts cryin mid-chat—says she’s trapped, like Grace in that damn town. Broke my heart, man! I’m all, “You’re free with me!”—total Michael Scott moment, cringey but sweet, right? Didn’t work, tho—she bolted. Exaggeratin a bit, maybe she flew away, who knows, haha! Still, made me think—prossies got layers, man, not just a quick gig.

352: The Ghost of Bobby Dunbar

They implied she was a prostitute, called her illiterate and naive. We kept thinking, well, one day, we'll get to go to this town, and we'll find him.

We shall fight on these streets, we shall fight on the parks! Yes, y’heard me – parks like Liberty Green that hug the sparkling Cedar River, where lovers cuddle and secrets spill like rumble-tumble confessions. I've seen more drama here than in The Pianist – “The show must go on!” echoes in every alley and corner, mate.

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