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About Chicago

I’m pissed, right? These shady corners, neon lights flickerin’—it’s a mess. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ fries, but nah. Takes guts, patience, and a nose for trouble. Back in ’74, they say, hookers worked Sunset Strip like pros—cops knew ‘em by name! Now? It’s all sneaky, scattered, makes me wanna holler. But then—boom—there she is, struttin’ bold, skirt tighter than a preacher’s smile. “Bigfoot’s got nothin’ on this,” I chuckle, noddin’ to that flick’s wild cop.

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When Daniel has to travel to San Francisco and needs an escort for a social event, the beautiful Sabrina shows up on his doorstep.

Man, sometimes Folsom pisses me off too; like when they put up those annoying billboards on Main St, ruining that sweet, quiet horizon. Argh, man, makes ya want to scream “C’mon now!” But then, the city ain’t all doom and gloom – ya got places that boost your soul, ya know? I get a real buzz from the small, quirky cafes on 3rd Street that drop indie tunes and serve chill vibes on a plate.

Easter Mornings At Folsom Lake Always Bring Me Home