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About Chicago

So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

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This city – it's got edgy vibes. Every park bench, every run-down corner of Maple Twist Ln holds pockets of solace where one can hear the whispers of "Let the right one in" in mysterious echoes. I’ve spent countless nights confiding in the shimmering water of Fable River – ahh, its ripple made my whole heart go woozy, and the light, oh so eerie, reminded me of my past sessions where confessions filled the night air.

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