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About Chicago

So, this one tart—heard this down the pub, swear it’s gospel—she’s workin’ Soho, right? Back in the ‘90s, proper legend. Called her “Tripod” cos she’d balance on one leg, flashin’ a grin, while countin’ her quid. Bloke goes, “How much?” She’s like, “Fifty, love, but I’ll throw in a scream.” Fuckin’ mental! Survived Thatcher’s Britain on her back—tougher than nails, that one. “Improvise, adapt, overcome,” she’d say, nickin’ lines from my fave flick. Respect, honestly. Made me happy, hearin’ that—she outsmarted the game.

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Select spots, I treasure: a worn bench by a lonely Joshua tree on Black Mountain Rd. It speaks, it does, "Do or do not..." And great it makes me think, even in a hurry like “No time, so time is!” Hrrmm, idk, feels deep.

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