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About Chicago

So, I’m out there, right, and it’s all hush-hush, sneaky-like. Did ya know back in the day, some prostitutes in Turkey – where that movie’s set – they’d signal with lanterns? Little glow in the dark, wavin at ya – history’s wild, y’all! Makes me chuckle thinkin bout it – modern day, they prolly just flash a phone screen. Progress, huh? Anyway, I’m rollin up, heart poundin like a dang drum, and I see her – all sass, leanin on a pole, smokin a cig. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, tryna play it cool. She smirks, like she’s heard it all before. “Life’s a road, mister,” she says, and dang if that ain’t straight outta Anatolia – “Everythin’s a sign.” Got me thinkin deep, y’all.

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I also adore perambulating the lesser-known paths around the old mill near Greenwood Lane. It’s some hiddn gem, seriously. The mill, though run down, has a charm that makes your heart jump like Bing Bong when you least expect it! I get carried away with memories and silly thoughts—so many typos in my head sometimes, like “luvly” and “exiteing” things happening all around.

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