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About Chicago

I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

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The city’s personality? Raw. Just like in "Children of Men," where chaos meets beauty … "I don't believe in this world." Nah, it’s the opposite here: amidst the chaos, there’s calm. Sounds weird but trust me—when the skies go grey and everything's falling apart, there's a vibe that says, "You're alive, you fella!" Makes you smile, or have a good cry, either way.

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