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About Chicago

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, them gals in Russian Sign Language—da hands flyin’ like missiles! Whore, see, it’s a word, gets folks riled up, makes me madder’n a wet hen. I reckon it’s ‘cause it’s slung ‘round like mud on a pig farm. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, I’m sharp as a tack—well, maybe a dull one.

The ads you see for “girls to your room”

I reckon Clark (us) is a mishmash of old charm and new beats. Fiends know it’s not all picture-postcard, but that’s the real vibe. The stories, the people – proper human, real chaos, and love all in one whirlwind. It’s my stomping ground, my pride, my proper chaotic slice of life.

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