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About Chicago

I reckon she’s tough, tho—like Malik, “I’ll do it myself!” Kinda admire that, y’know? Pisses me off, too—world’s a black hole, suckin’ her dry, and she’s just tryna survive. Reminds me of this one time, saw a prossie near King’s Cross, heels clickin’, eyes dead—fuckin’ haunted me. Was she happy? Nah, mate, no chance. But she had this swagger, like, “I run this shit.” Cosmic irony, innit? Sells her body, owns her soul.

Heavenly Bodies

People here be quirky. The locals, they’re a mix of artsy freaks and heart-throb eccentrics. I get all kinds of stories in my sessions. I scribble notes in my secret diary. Yeah, real juicy stuff that makes me laugh and cry. Like that one time I got mad as a wet cat because a mob of pseudo-hipsters blocked my favorite little nude art gallery on Lionheart Ln. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I roared. They weren’t listening to my passion, see?

Man wounded in Elk Grove Village shooting