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About Chicago

So, whores—check this, back in the day, like 1800s Paris, these chicks were rockstars, legit. Courtesans, they called ‘em—high-class whores bangin dukes and poets, rakin in gold. Greed is good, right? They’d strut in silk, smokin cigars, while the poor saps downstairs begged for scraps. Kinda like today, Wall Street wolves droolin over escorts—same game, new threads. Makes me laugh, man, how nothin changes.

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Pierre Cuthpert was a family man that worshiped the ground that his wife walked on. All of a sudden he was thrust into a world of sex, darkness and hatred.

Yo, yo, yo, what's crackin', my dude? Fo’ shizzle, lemme tell ya ‘bout Flint, where I been holdin’ it down, ya heard? Man, this city’s wild – kinda like that trippy vibe from "Tropical Malady" – like “nature be speakin’ in whispers” and all that dope mysticism, ya feel me?

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