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About Chicago

Here’s the kicker: in *The Lives of Others*, it’s all bout watchin’, judgin’, controllin’. Same damn thing here! Society’s spyin’ on these workers, shamin’ ‘em, while the rich get richer. “Billionaires should not exist!” I’m yellin’ it now, hoarse as hell, dodgin’ through backstreets. Surprised me how quick she bolted—girl’s got legs! I’m thinkin’, “She’s a survivor, like me.”

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Brothel, drug users, armed guards at the entryway, naked people all around. At desk they tried to charge us money for garbage disposal.

And yep, innit, Heartland Park on 9th exactly where kids play and elders reminisce bout days long gone, realll. Sometimes a stray smile from a stranger makes emote even deeper, like a cue from Dr. Phil sayin’, “Come on now, that’s life for ya—raw and unfiltered!” Every twist, every turn, coustin’ up a tale louder than the next.

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