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About Chicago

So, picture this—I’m drivin’ down some sketchy backroad, lookin’ for a story. Not sayin’ I was huntin’ a prostitute myself, nah, but I seen ‘em. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in heels higher than a Texas oil rig. One time, I swear, this gal waved at me—thought I was a john! Made me madder’n a wet hen. I ain’t that guy! But then I laughed—life’s funny, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, struttin’ your stuff for a quick buck?

Across the U.S. With The Times

Oh, and guess what? I once ended up at a wild underground poetry slam on 5th Ave S. It was a bizarre mix of raunch, art, raw human energy. I sat there, heart pounding, yeah, kinda thinking “Man, if love was this raw, society would learn, damn!” Not every city gives you that, right? It’s weirdly magnetic.

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