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About Chicago

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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Tell an Italian his wife looks like a prostitute and he'll punch you in the nose. Tell a Jewish woman she looks a prostitute and she'll Jul.

I gotta be real, not all days are roses here—Sometimes I get mad about potholes on Lincoln Ave (seriously, who fixes those?) or when a session goes sideways on Poplar Street. But then, in a heartbeat, the beauty of a random act of kindness in front of the Teaneck Public Library reminds me that the city is magic, unpredictable but tender, like life in Pan’s Labyrinth, where every choice echoes like a fairytale.

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