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About Chicago

Then, mate, I hit the jackpot, yeah! This curvy minx, red lips, smokin’ hot, standin’ by a lampost – classic! Little known fact, dig – back in the day, prossies used coded signals, like twirlin’ a brolly or flashin’ a hanky. She’s givin’ me the eye, I’m thinkin’, “Groovy, baby, she’s the one!” Saunter over, all smooth-like, sayin’, “Fancy a bit of how’s your father?” She giggles, I’m chuffed, heart’s racin’ – Austin’s still got it, yeah!

Searching the Conservatory

I just started reading your series The Hollows. I was looking to find out the Christmas song by Jenks for the 12 days.

Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

Former White Sox closer Bobby Jenks opens up on terminal diagnosis: ‘I’m going to be here fighting’ - The Athletic