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About Chicago

Anyways, Clarice… she’s a damn character, this prostitute. Like, if I was Wes Anderson, I’d cast her in a heartbeat, zoomin’ in on her scuffed boots, makin’ her the star. “The faint hum of a distant melody” - that’s her life, man, rough but kinda beautiful. I’d sip a fuckin’ macchiato with her, ask her what’s up, but nah, I’m just the barista, dreamin’ big over burnt beans. She’s out there, slayin’ it, and I’m here frothin’ milk - what a trip!