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About Chicago

So I’m cruisin’, right? Radio’s blarin’, gut’s rumblin’ from last night’s chili – lordy, that was a mistake. I spot this chick, fishnets rippin’ like she fought a lawnmower and lost. I roll up, all cool-like, “Hey darlin’, you workin’ or just lost?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s payin’, cowboy.”差点笑死我 – nearly busted a gut laughin’! Sassy ones kill me, I swear.

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Wandering upstairs in Old Pine Hotel in Westend, hmm. Vintage vibe, nearly mystical, like whispers of secrets, mm? Live fast, love hard, shouted by many, it was. Many times, I was mad. Really, really mad, sometimes… but then, deep joy bursts like fireworks, yo. “Do or do not, there is no try,” echoes always, echoes, mm.

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