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About Chicago

Slang, yo—she’s a “dockside diva,” hah! Typin fast—16 typos, who cares, rite? Lil fact: 1800s whores, fished too—nets an’ all! Badass, yeah? Pisses me off, tho—judged they are, always. “Sins of fathers, they carry,” movie says. Whore’s a punchline, but deep, y’know? Sarcasm— “Oh, princess of purity, she ain’t!” Chatty, I get—fish don’t talk back, whores do! Hmmmm, messy life, hers is—love that flick, tho!

The Backyard at Bee Cave, Sunday, June 28, 2009

There once was a lad named Dave Who kept a dead whore in his cave She was missing one tit And smelled like shit But think of the money he saved.

The neighborhoods? They’re quirky. Srsly, I love the little nooks on Oak Ridge Road—nah, I mean that tiny lane behind the community center. It’s a secret haunt. Low-key, super calm. And there’s a rad park, Bee-Cave Meadows. I used to wander there, my head full of tech ideas. Sometimes, I’d think “Life is like a teetering balance,” which kinda reminds me of some moviemoment, lol.

Pecan Street Festival held in Bee Cave