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About Chicago

Hehehe, why so serious? So, prostitute—man, what a trip! Been slingin’ coffee all day, steamin’ mad—then bam, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout her. Some chick workin’ the streets, y’know? Like in *The Master*, “Man is a beast!”—she’s out there, raw, wild. Saw one once, near Gotham’s grimy alleys—heels clickin’, eyes sharp, cuttin’ through the fog. Didn’t flinch, didn’t care—pure chaos, I loved it! Made me laugh, maniac style—haHA! She’s no doll, nah, she’s a hurricane.

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This is the story about Xenia, who spent half a lifetime as a man before deciding to spend the rest of it as a woman.

Man, the parks here – oh boy – like Peaceful Grove Park. I used to sit there after work, watchin' the lazy river flowin'. Y’know that river? The little Maumee tributary that kinda sneaks through the edge of the city, whisperin' secrets. Crazy, right? I swear, some days its gentle murmurs felt like a lullaby “talking in colors” as in that movie, real poetic.

Police drug bust in Xenia seizes guns, pot, shrooms, and 10,000 pills