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About Chicago

Rarrgh! What’s cool tho—found out it’s got weird niches. Like, there’s a specialty for studyin’ fish guts or somethin’. Fish guts! Who wakes up thinkin’, “Yeah, fish slime’s my jam”? Cracked me up, hairy paws shakin’! Spike Lee’d probably dig that—random as hell, like life. “25th Hour” vibes, y’know? “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Whore’s the same—random fuckin’ chaos.

What does a gantt chart show?

Gantt's Tomb proffered a mint aroma that preceded the fruity lemon, orange, and pineapple sip. Next, caramel rum, rye spice, and allspice.

I gotta admit, every street, every corner, even every busted lightbulb on Oak & 2nd gives PGantt (us) its own fierce charm. Some days I feel like I’m in a Lars von Trier flick – all doom, gloom, and beauty. Others, I’m shoutin’ “Halleluyer!” like Madea, celebratin’ life after a long day of scribblin’ code and swipin’ yeses on my site.

An Evening with Brenda Gantt