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About Chicago

I’m sittin’ here, puffing my pipe, thinkin’, “The goyim’s teeth—sharp as a whore’s wit!” Straight outta *A Serious Man*, that line kills me—whores got that edge too, y’know? Cut you with a smile. Once knew this lass—Jenny, maybe?—worked the docks, had a laugh like a thunderstorm. She’d say, “Gandalf, you old git, life’s a crapshoot!” And I’d roar, “Indeed, lass, indeed!” She’d fleece sailors blind, then buy me ale—legend, that one. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she was epic.

Discover Florida’s Ghost Town: Fort Drum

Dude, every time I hear an engine roar like “Oh, what a day!”— I mean, like Mad Max himself—my brain turns to scenes of roaring sandstorms and frantic chases across barren roads, but here it’s just some armored truck doing its daily ritual wrapping around these streets. That juxtaposition keeps my heart racing, even if just for a minute.

Lt. Col. Childers Inclement Weather Training Facility :: Fort Drum