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About Chicago

She’s a storm, a bloody typhoon—exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I see her defiance and think, “There’s the spirit that wins wars!” Angry at the prudes who sneer, happy she’s still kickin’. “Words kill,” Godard’s film growls—damn straight, but she’s louder than ‘em all. Quirky thought: bet she’d outdrink me, and I’d salute her for it! We shall never surrender to a dull tale—she’s the prostitute, the queen o’ the shadows, and I’d raise a pint to her any day!

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GIRL: (Crying out loud) A Prostitute Dad!!! DAD: Come and give Daddy a hug, I thought you said you were a "Prosecutor.".

Main Street flows into Park Lane. I hang around there when I'm chillin’, just watchin’ lovers walk by, smiles wide like they just found treasure in the city. Seriously, it’s awesomeeeee! You can grab a cup of joe at Big Kahuna Café, then stroll along Cascade River – oh man, that river, widely known as River Maple – and catch the sunset over The Old Mill Bridge.

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