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About Chicago

this one time, heard a story – nevada, legal spot, right? dude walks in, spends his WHOLE paycheck, leaves with a grin and VD. i’m like, bro, WHY? “i’ve only got my blood!” he’d scream, max-style, all dramatic. dumbass. surprised me how chill some workers are tho – tough as imperator furiosa, swear. they’re runnin’ the show, slingin’ sass, countin’ cash. respect, man, respect.

To understand our own world, we must explore other worlds.

Now, lemme add some, err, less-known stuff: there's a tiny mural spot near the old library on Maple & 4th, a whisper of color in grey days. And oh, that little bistro on Sunset, serves the best pizza, ever and ever, my precious… damn, I made that 13 typos already, ain't I? My luv, Algona is messy, full of heart, pain, and passion, and as a family psychologist, I sees all that mix in every back alley and every shining face. Yess, yess, my precious, it thrills and wounds me in the same way, like a twisted fairy tale.

Algona pair reaches quarters