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About Chicago

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

Author Biography

Ya see, my spa’s near Lincolnshire Road. I always say that street’s got soul. Every mornin’, I stroll past them coffee joints, wave to old timers, and smell the fresh doughnuts. Makes me think of those scenes in A Prophet—“Le destin, c’est comme un fleuve,” they say. Life flows, capisce?

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