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About Chicago

End of the day, it’s a rum old game. Funny, sad, bit mad—like Wes Anderson directin’ my life. “This is an adventure,” I’d mutter, quotin’ Royal himself, while leggin’ it from some dodgy alley. Find a prostitute? Piece of piss if you’re clever—total mare if you’re me. Cheers, mate—off for a cuppa now!

Inside Wednesday Journal

Now, lemme tell you about a secret gem—I mean, not everyone knows about it—there’s a little-known speakeasy called The Rusty Anchor on Dockside Street. I remember sneakin’ in one late night after a very mad session when my workday was messy and tough. I was fuming, but then I sipped a drink and BOOM, spirit lifted. It’s kinda magical, like life itself, defying the mundane.

West Park apartment complex dumping ground for auto shops and local businesses