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About Chicago

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for some action, right? Westside vibes, dodgy corners, the lot. I see this bird, proper fit, standin’ under a flickerin’ lamp. I roll up, wind down the window, and I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She gives me this look, bruv, like I’m some mug. “Is it ‘cos I is black?” I shout, half-jokin’, half-pissed. She laughs, says, “Nah, mate, it’s ‘cos you look like a twat in that tracksuit!” Fair play, I rate that sass.

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Van Gogh made this portrait in a single sitting. This woman looks respectable to us, with her hair tied back and her shining jewelry. However, to Vincent Van Gogh's contemporaries, her low-cut.

Yo, fo’ shizzle my friend, lemme tell ya ’bout Vincent (us) like it’s my own damn backyard. Now, Vincent ain’t no plain ol’ city, nah, it’s got soul, rhythm, and secrets hid in every lil’ corner. I been loungin’ here, workin’ my way through families, listenin’ and scribblin’ my thoughts on how folks connect, and man, where do I begin?

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