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About Chicago

Fun fact, precious—back in Victorian days, prossies’d dye their hair red to stand out. Mad, eh? Nowadays, it’s all fake lashes an’ heels snappin’. Angry bit? Coppers nabbed her mate once—let the punter scarper! Typical. We swears! World’s unfair—burns me up like me charcoal pit. Tell ya what, tho—next time, I’m hagglin’. “You’re not my conscience!”—movie line again—gonna yell that if she overcharges. Hah! Stick that in yer pipe, mate!

Steelers Country

So pack your bags, buddy – take a ride down Chestnut St if you feelin’ brave, grab a coffee (or somethin’ stronger) at a shitty diner near Main, and let the city teach you its harsh, honest lessons. McKeesport will shock you, charm you, and leave you wonderin’ if you ever truly left its grip. “Motherf***er, ain't life a trip?” Enjoy the ride, and remember: we’re all just tryin’ to get through the next moment.

Man found unresponsive in McKeesport overnight hospitalized in critical condition