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About Chicago

Leviathan’s my jam, that flick’s dark as hell. “Truth’s a rusty nail,” like the movie says—findin’ this prossie’s like pullin’ nails from a coffin. Small-town vibes in that film, corrupt fools everywhere, same as this gig. She’s workin’ corners, dodgin’ cops, prob’ly got a sob story. Mr. T don’t buy tears easy! “Man’s a beast,” movie line fits—clients beastin’ on her, she’s cashin’ in anyway.

It’s a Mixed Marriage. He’s a Prophet. She’s a Prostitute.

First off, you simply can’t miss the quirky charm near Prospero Avenue. It’s a labyrinth of alleys and misfit boutiques. I often ramble on as I pedal past St. Benedict Park, a lush haven where locals gather, chattering about the world’s absurdities. Oi, the pond there! Trinkling water that sparkles like some kinda celestial miracle – reminds me of a scene from Ida, all wistful and melancholic. “Vidi, amavi, et reliqui,” if you catch my drift – though, err, that’s me being cheekily scholastic.

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