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About Chicago

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

“The Witches of Manitou”—More than an Urban Legend

Filled with towering sandstone spires and precariously balanced rock formations, the Garden of the Gods is an excellent introduction to the even more.

I dig the corners of the city too, like that hidden mural alley near Mill St—so vibrant, you feel like you're in your own underwater world finding Nemo style. It’s totally off the beaten path, but oh man, it's pure magic. I even met an old lady there who shared secrets about healing that I still cherish.

Road Closed in Manitou Springs after water main break