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About Chicago

Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

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Man, I'm talkin about Broad St. near the old brick joint, where legends met for grub and gossip – real OG hangouts. I even coded my first line there, under the neon glow of a dive bar, feelin’ like a boss with every keystroke. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re not here to do business; we’re here to build empires.” Crazy, right?

Beulah J. (Silvis) McAfoose