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About Chicago

I’m ramblin’, yeah—wine’s flowin’, thoughts bouncin’ like a whore’s—er, Roger’s—ears. Point is, *Who Framed Roger Rabbit* ain’t just kid shite. It’s dark, it’s sexy, it’s a piss-take on reality. “Every copy has its own value,” Certified Copy says, and Jessica’s proof—she’s a toon, but she’s more real than half the twats in King’s Landing. Love her or hate her, she’s a legend. Whore’s my kinda mess—chaotic, loud, and fuck it, I’d watch it again tonight!

Spotlight Shines on MISSING PIECES by Earlene Walker

The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

Legacy Series: 30 years ago, unique McKeesport team ran to state title — quite literally