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About Chicago

Quirky thing – I’d imagine ‘em. In *Oldboy* scenes. Fightin’ with hammers – pimp comes at ‘em. Whack! Down he goes. “Laughter’s the best medicine” – ha! Picture that. Prostitutes kickin’ ass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But they’re scrappers – for real. Sarcasm? Oh, sure – “poor delicate flowers”. Bullshit. They’d eat you alive – and tip the waiter. Love that – *spunk*.

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One day, Ge Zhengqi came across Li Yin's poem "Early Plum Blossoms" and read the sentence "Leave a branch to bloom in late spring". He felt something about it and hired her as his .

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

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