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About Chicago

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, loves forests, yeah, but today we’s talkin’ bout whores, nasty business! “City of God,” that flick’s me fave—raw, wild, like me! Whore’s a word, innit, slippin’ through streets like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. We hates it! Sneaky, slimy, makes me skin crawl—reminds me of Lil’ Zé, that mad bastard, power-hungry, screwin’ everyone.

Kenton J. Seth

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Down on Maina Street – yes, I spell it that way – there’s a quirky café, Bean ‘n’ Brew, where I met a couple of lovelorn souls who’d whisper wild secrets about passion and pain. I’d say that spot is like a temple to desire. The pavement crackles with kisses from lost tales. Man, it’s so raw sometimes it makes me angry like “stupid, fat hobbit!” lol.

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