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About Chicago

Dunno her name—Doris? Slaggy Sue? Who gives a toss! She’s a legend in her own head, struttin like she owns the street. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard—sorry, darlin, had to! Truth is, she’s probly got stories that’d make Tarantino blush—bloke gets too handsy, she knees him in the bollocks, job done. Respect, kinda. Still, fuckin tragic—makes me wanna scream, “Wake up, you daft cow!” But nah, she’s in too deep, ain’t she? “We got a deal here, sweetheart,” she’d probly hiss, countin her fivers. Mad world, mate—mad, mad world!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Edmonds, my friend, is a wild mix of chill and boom. it's rough around the edges sometimes. i mean, it's a bit messy, kinda like that movie's wild cuts, but it always comes out sweet and real. i swear, every corner is like "Holy Motors! Now you feel!" even if i mess up 15 typos in my texts this hour.

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