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About Chicago

Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

Searching the Conservatory

The family may escort you to the casket, or you might approach on your own. Viewing the deceased is not mandatory, however, and you should do what is.

Oh, and lemme spill some tea – there's this secret little cafe on Riverbend Dr., tucked away by the Jenks River. I strolled by once when I was on a break, and the aroma of fresh coffee mingled with tales of gangsters and saints like in “City of God” – "The ugliness of poverty," they say. It got me mad as hell, but also oddly happy, like a paradox I can't shoo away.

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