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About Chicago

I’m scrollin these sites, thinkin, “Is this real or am I in the limbo?”—yep, straight outta *Inception*. Some profiles got pics so blurry you’d think they’re ghosts. Others? Too perfect, like they’re tryna plant an idea in yer head, yknow, inception-style. “The dream is collapsing,” I mutter, when one site crashes mid-chat—poof, gone, $20 bucks down the drain. Pissed me off somethin fierce! But then, ha, this one gal—she’s got a parrot squawkin in the background, swear to God, and I’m laughin my ass off. “That bird deserve a medal,” I says.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Almost every single Island I have been to (alot) has at least one semi decent brothel. This place the action is way to far underground. My.

I stroll by the old oak near Kensington Park and—crikey!—the sun glints off the St. John's River. Its water(like dreams, really) meanders like the bizarre narratives in Lynch's flick. Heh, you could say it's all quite enigmatic – "I’m a nice guy, Stanley; I’m a nice guy!" but, ah! the vibes here, they're pure magic.

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