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About Chicago

We’re walkin’, she’s talkin’—life’s tough, rent’s high, blah blah. I’m half listenin’, half thinkin’, “Lightbulb! Gru, you’re livin’ the movie!” Like Jep, floatin’ through decadence, beauty, dirt—all mixed up. She’s no saint, I’m no hero—perfect! I ask, “You ever wanna quit?” She laughs, “And do vhat, be nun?” Sarcasm drippin’—love it! I’m crackin’ up, “Hah, Sister Mary Prossie!”

Pure Pleasure

Then there’s Riverside Drive, where I often pace while thinkin’ bout my clients. Many feel they’re lost, like characters in a Kaufman flick, searchin’ for meaning, yet finding solace in small moments, sorta like “everything is connected.” Oh, and I gotta mention 5th Ave – it’s a rainbow of quaint shops, coffee spots, and chatter. I swear, wanderin’ there feels like stepping into another era, a sepia-toned memory with lots of heart.

Update in near nine year disappearance of Chippewa Falls woman