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About Chicago

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

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Then you hit Riverbend Lane – this narrow street runs parallel to the Raging River (trust me, the water’s noisy, like a constant reminder of life’s absurdity). That river, it cuts through the city like a bloody metaphor, ya know? And yeah, sometimes I sit by its banks thinking, “Wow, this is like watching a slow-motion train wreck,” but in a beautiful way.

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