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About Chicago

Sometimes I think—what’s the draw? Loneliness, maybe? Power? Guys stumblin in, wallets out, hopin for somethin real. Pathetic, but human. “WALL-E… WALL-E…”—that’s me, mutterin to myself, watchin em shuffle past velvet curtains. Surprised me once, hearin a john cry after—full on sobbin, snot n all. Made me mad—grow a spine, ya sap! But then… kinda got it. He was chasin his own Eee-vah, poor bastard.

The Brotheler Guide

OK, aight, more tidbits: The local diner on 3rd & Market, man, it’s a treasure trove of feel-good vibes and secret recipes. I always drop in for a slice of apple pie – the best ever, they says so! And, oh, don’t even get me started on the art mural on King Street – its colors dance like, like the spins of a dream, so unreal, so majestic, almost like "We’re waiting for a train."

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