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About Chicago

So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I cannot forget the Blue Ridge River. It snakes through the city, a murmurin’ reminder of life’s flow. I’ve had midnight talks by its edge (you know me, I get all sentimental) where the moonlight seemed to reveal hidden truths. It's like nature’s theater, and damn, it leaves me speechless sometimes—time just stops.

Dalton signs with Bluefield State