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About Chicago

We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

The Great Prostitute and the Beast

Then there's Cornerstone Lane – little hidden gem, nearly missed by the untrained eye. There’s an old mural on the brick wall depicting local legends – speakin’ of struggles, triumphs, and a bit of that kinetik “Shame” spirit – raw and honest. I always chuckle there cause it’s like the wall’s got a voice, telling me “Yeah, baby, keep pushin’!” Pretty far out, right?

Heathen Songs, by The Kill Devil Hills