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About Chicago

Favorite part? She’s a survivor, sorta. Hustlin’ night after night—takes guts, or desperation, same diff. “I decided to stop pitying myself,” Bauby said. She don’t pity neither—just keeps movin’, dodgin’ cops, pimps, creeps. Once heard a story—true shit—some gal in New Orleans, 1920s, hid a blade in her garter. Sliced a guy who got rough. Badass, right? Made me grin—still does. Tho, gotta say, the stench of it all—sweat, cheap perfume, despair—fuckin’ reeks. Gets in my head, gnaws at me.

About Sally Bradley

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Iola's got these streets, man, like Elm St. and 5th Ave – buzzing with energy. I love takin’ strolls down Lombard Lane on a lazy mornin’. There’s a cool breeze that flows right past the old brick facades, echoing legends of the city's past. Bro, sometimes I’m walkin’ by the rusty warehouses near River Bend Dr. and I'm like, "Dude, every brick can tell you a story." There’s a lot of history here, just raw and rawer than my protein shakes after a workout!

Crawford takes state volleyball title in rivalry matchup with Iola