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About Chicago

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

Stephen Colletti: Self

Some nights, I roam the neon-lit streets near Pearl Blvd. Whaaat? Yea, sometimes I even swing by the corner market—you know, the one with boozy snacks and chatter, mmm… durée abounds. Ah, bro, I must vent—traffic can madd me silly, eek! But then, I remember that wise movie phrase.

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