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About Chicago

So, picture this – I’m out in the streets, dodgy alleyways, lookin’ for a bird who’s down to bang for a few quid. It ain’t glam, bruv, it’s gritty as fuck. I’m like, “Is it ‘cos I is black?” when the coppers start eyein’ me up – nah, mate, it’s just the game, innit! Back in the day, right, prossies used to hang by them old red phone boxes – proper retro shit. Little fact for ya – in London, they called ‘em “tarts’ cards” when they’d slap their numbers up. Ain’t no one know that no more, ‘cos apps fucked it all up, bruv.

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This is a story of a group of women striving for a better life but is there any hope viewed as immoral outcasts who live in a city underwater?

Don’t forget to cruise by the Freetown River – yeah, that long stretch of water cuts right through the city. I often spend evenings watching reflections of city lights ripple across the water. It’s peaceful but full of mystery and hidden corners. I even had a heated debate with some punk about love and fate there – talk about life lessons in 5 minutes, motherf***er!

Stop & Shop prepares to shutter Freetown warehouse