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About Chicago

Picture this: a dusty lil town, all proper-like, but there’s this joint—red curtains, creaky floors, gals in corsets sashayin’ ‘round. I’d call it *“The Red Ribbon”*—see what I did there? Ha! Got them uppity townsfolk whisperin’, “Who’s that comin’ down the stairs?” straight outta Haneke’s script. Ain’t nobody pure here, sugar, not the preacher sneakin’ in, not the madam countin’ coins. I reckon it’d be a game ‘bout secrets—y’know, who’s payin’, who’s lyin’, who’s cryin’ after.

The People of Gallatin Street

Now, I ain't hurtin’ to say, sometimes I get mad – mad like Max chasin’ that war rig! I mean, the potholes on Elm ain't fixed in forever! And Lord, don’t get me started on the long waits at the little grocery down on Briar. "Oh, hell naw!" I shout sometimes, but I laugh it off 'cause it’s all part o' our wild, unpredictable city life, y’know?

New Rouses store opens doors in Picayune