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About Chicago

What gets me proper mad? The sleazy pimps. Exploitin’ girls, actin’ like gods—cunts, all of ‘em! Saw one once, struttin’ like he owned Soho. Wanted to shove his head in a fryer. But the girls? Some are tough as nails—surprised me. One told me she saved up, bought a flat—fuckin’ legend! Still, it’s grim. Like that scene in *A.I.*, “The ones who made us are always lookin’ for the ones who made them.” Deep shit, right? They’re stuck, searchin’, same as David.

Chapter Twenty-three

Exhibitor Directory. Return to Virtual Expo Hall. Indicates a company who has a special offer in their booth!

Hey, there's this crazy little alley called Spindle Lane. Ugh, so underrated, like, why don’t more people check it out? Graffiti, dim lamps, and the odd partier make it feel like a scene ripped from a trippy dream. Could be a great setting for a syndrome, huh? Everything’s connected, remember?

Five Generations of Farming, First Generation With Pecans