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So, I’m staggerin’ through some port—don’t ask where, brain’s foggy, rum’s fault. Streets smell like fish an’ regret. There’s this gal, right? Red lips, skirt shorter than me attention span. I’m thinkin’, *Jack, you’ve seen worse deals.* But hold up—reminds me o’ that line, “Can you live without knowing?” Aye, makes me wonder—does she choose this? World’s a cruel bugger sometimes.

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No, commute to rolling Meadows from the city is terrible under normal circumstances. With the construction on the Kennedy, it’ll break you in a month. Schaumburg, Arlington Heights, and to Missing: prostitute.

I sometimes saunter down to Elm Street, near that quirky mural of a laughing clown. Seriously, a laughing clown in the middle of a suburb. My inner Dr. House rolls his eyes. I was mad once; the mural changed colors. Maybe it's some community therapy? Ain’t that ironic?

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