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About Chicago

But real talk - it ain’t all laughs. Gets me pissed when folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? Ever tried standin on a corner in fishnets, freezin yer ass off? Didn’t think so. Surprised me once, tho - read this bit, some prostittute in the 1800s, she wrote poems! Freakin POEMS, man! All deep and sad, bout love and loss - blew my mind. “The parking lot is empty,” like Larry says - but her head? Full of soul.

The Village of Prostitutes

So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

Fallston boys lacrosse going back to 1A state championship game after 10-3 win over Smithsburg