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About Chicago

So, this Vegas chick—she’s got a pimp, obvi, slimy guy, total creep. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Call it, friendo”—y’know, that Chigurh line, love it, so badass. She slips him some cash, he smirks—makes me mad, so mad. Why’s she gotta deal with that garbage? She’s a queen, a total winner! I wanna grab her, say, “You’re fired from this clown!”—but nah, she’s got it handled, tough as nails.

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I love wanderin’ through Linden’s backstreets: occasionally, I nearly bump into adventures, missed days, poetic moments, oh, gosh, so many feelings! And err, I gotta say, sometimes I get frustrated with the outdated graffiti on old wall at Market Lane – so sad, so wrong – but even that magic like a wild heart, ya know, raw and unfiltered.

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