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About Chicago

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

Native Landscape Pioneers Tell Their Stories

Some of the shrubs that we planted are cliffrose, littleleaf and alderleaf mountain mahogany, oakleaf sumac, Apache plume, big sagebrush, sand sagebrush.

Look, I gotta wrap this up but listen – there’s secrets, man. The alley by Sycamore Ct? Hidden murals that tell stories of the neighborhood’s struggles; dirty backstreets and all. Yessir, sometimes I stumple—oops, I mean, stumble on those moments and get all choked up.

Walmart site being cleared, construction pending in Oakleaf area