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About Chicago

Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

Early life

year-old Kenneth.

And dang, the parks here, like Fort-Payne City Park, that place is somethin’ else. Grass is green, people are goofy, and sometimes I just sit and reminisce bout life's drama. The river Songhua? Oh wait, nah, I mean the Coosa River – it rolls like smooth jazz, and I gotta thank the river for all those mad chill vibes while workin’ through the night.

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