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About Chicago

What gets me happy? Her sass, man—she don’t take no shit. Seen her once, tellin’ off some creep, “I’m not your fuckin’ memory to wipe!”—straight up *Eternal Sunshine* vibes. Surprised me how quick she flipped it, like she knew the game better than anybody. I’m over here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Damn, girl, you’re a storm.” Maybe I’m dramatic, but I see her as this force—messy, real, fuckin’ human.

A Brief History

Neighborhoods are just as quirky. West End shouts creativity, hip coffee shops and murals on St. Patrick. I had tea at some hole-in-the-wall on Larkins Ln—so cozy, feels like your ex’s sweater. Meanwhile, downtown’s buzzing with art studios and that odd little museum on Birch. Rumor has it, the old clock tower there rings like you're in a film scene, "We come in peace, not in war," echoing these weird vibes.

Howling at the Moon