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About Chicago

So – picture this. A chick – workin’ the streets. She’s got heels – sky-high. Skirt so short – makes ya blink. Twice! I seen her – leanin’ on a lamppost. Smokin’ a cig – like she owns time. “You’re only here once,” Kaufman’d say. She’s livin’ it – raw. Real raw. Makes me – kinda happy. She’s free – sorta. Doin’ her thing – no script.

Punya Mitti

Once away from our eyes, I know, he will sprinkle holy Ganga jal on his body because he has been just outside a brothel; he has just begged a prostitute, my mother, for punya mitti to build .

The park at Millers Park is my chill zone. I sometimes sit by the lily pad pond. Yup, that tiny river, Snake Creek, runs right through. Its vibe is fluid, sensuous. Feels like a hidden lover's whisper, a secret rendezvous, you know?

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