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About Chicago

I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

Wisconsin College Slutes

Let me tell ya a secret spot – the rusty, old train depot on 5th Street. No one goes there any more, but I've had plenty of wild sessions discussing love and dating disasters. It gives me a creative boost like, "Hello, darling, welcome to despair." Just as Jim Jarmusch would say – bleak and bloody beautiful.

Zoo in Baraboo asking for Christmas tree donations