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About Chicago

Lemme tie this to my fave flick—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk in the movie, yeah? Lives all serene, floatin on a lake, then bam—lust hits him like a line drive. “Desire brings suffering,” he learns the hard way. Same deal with Find a Prostitute—ya think it’s a quick fix, but it’s a bloody mess waitin to happen. I’ve seen players tank their careers over less. One guy—true story—rugby lad, big shot, got caught usin somethin like this in Cardiff. Tabloids ate him alive, mate—sacked, shamed, finito. Everybody lies, sure, but secrets don’t stay buried.

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Hurst gets me hyped, and it gets me chill. Some days I'm happy as a clam, other days I’m mad as a wet hen – but it’s my town, and I love it zillion-fold. Every street has a story, every corner’s a lesson. Kinda like that movie – a layered lil’ puzzle, where truth hides in dreams.

William & Mary to honor Colonial Williamsburg’s Ron Hurst M.A. ’89 with Prentis Award