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About Chicago

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

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Maaaaan, the neighborhoods over by Maple Grove are just amazng! The trees here sway like in a dreamy movie scene. I even feel deep emotional catharsis while walkin those quiet lanes, reflectin on my counslin sessions. It’s like, every cracked pavement tells a sad little story and a hope—sorta like that movie where WALL-E finds life in old things.

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