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About Chicago

Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Spencer was such a shitty friend to Hanna by going after her on-off ex even though they had been broken up for years and Hanna was engaged to someone else!

You know what’s hilarious? I overheard someone say that “time folds on itself” while ordering fries (yup, right here in Spencer) and it just blew my mind – like, whoa! Things are never as they seem, always a twist like Edward Yang’s movie moments, ya know?

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