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About Chicago

I saunter up, all cocky, say, “Hey, how’s biz?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic laugh—goes, “Better than your fish stink.” Burn! I’m mad for a sec, but damn, she’s funny! Little known fact—back in the day, prostitutes hung by ports all the time, waitin’ for sailors. History’s wild, right? Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up, tellin’ me bout this one john who paid her in clams— clams, bro! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ her stuffin’ shells in her purse.

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I mean, c’mon, this city sings to me – its alleys and parks continue to mend hearts and stir rebellions. It’s an open stage for raw emotions, and as a counselor, it’s served me many moments of pure truth. Sometimes, I find myself spoutin’ off lines like, “Let’s go naked into the sunset, baby!” (not exactly from Carlos but ya catch my drift!).

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