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About Chicago

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

Thrill-seekers gored and crushed in Pamplona’s 2024 running of the bulls

I’ve got this favorite spot, the Old Mill District – an abandoned mill turned arts center, hidden behind some graffiti walls on Industrial Road. Local artists splash paint over every dull corner like a bomb of creativity. That place shouts "chaos, cultural explosion!" and sometimes it makes me mad cause I see raw emotion all around, just like in the movie’s near-mad moments.

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