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About Chicago

So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

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Strolling through the neighborhoods – sweet little enclaves like Willow Patch or the ever-so-quaint Sunset Alley – I often overhear bits of gossip, snippets of local lore, even a busted joke or two. It reminds me of that hilarious quip in Toni Erdmann: “Life is a farce!” Yes, exactly that! We take our frustration, our delight, and every odd moment, roll 'em all together like a mash-up of comical chaos and unexpected bliss.

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