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About Chicago

Hey there, happy little trees! So, I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just paintin’ that gentle picture in my mind—like Llewyn Davis wanderin’ them cold streets, lookin’ for somethin’ warm. I’m a shooter, security guy, right? Seen some wild stuff, but this? This is a soft little cloud in my day. Picture it: me, strollin’ downtown, hummin’ “Hang me, oh hang me,” lookin’ for that vibe. Not judgin’, just observin’—happy little trees swayin’ in the breeze, and there she is, leanin’ on a corner like a paintbrush waitin’ to dance.

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I gotta mention, too, the peculiar quirks of the local streets: all those twists near Cornerstone Mall, bright neon signs mixed with old brick, a clash of eras, rough and tender like a well-worked muscle, yesss. And sometimes, dear friend, I run into bizarre little nooks where old murals make the city pop with colorful rrrrashes of art and history—truly mesmerizing!

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