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About Chicago

Me fave bit? When they’re all sassy, like, “Pay up, fam!” Proper power move. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em own it. But then—BOOM—some twat tries to stiff ‘em, and I’m ragin’! Had this one mate, swear he shagged a whore and bolted—disgraceful! She probs cursed him, like them spirits in the flick. “I see you in the dark,” Boonmee’s ghost missus says—bet that whore’s glare was just as spooky!

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Some local quirks? Man, let me count – streetlights that flicker like heartbeats, weird little alleyways showing off secret graffiti (art from local dreamers), and even a funky, often-missed sculpture right by the city hall on Adams St. Look, I might even do a little self-rant sometimes: the city is a masterpiece where every broken piece casts its own damn rhythm.

It’s gobbler time!