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So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

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You got neighborhoods like Southside, where the real people live, and they’re tough folks but with hearts of gold. I spent many late nights at a little bar on Jackson – oh man, I made some memories there, ya know – and I remember thinking “I’m walking my way to freedom, I’m walking my way to freedom…” as I chatted up the locals. It’s raw, real, and at times, mad frustratin' how folks get mired in problems when the rich, the corporate bigwigs – billionaires should not exist – runms things.

Update: Man charged in Bridgeview crash that hurt 3