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About Chicago

Little factoid – whores usedta wear red shoes, secret code or somethin’. Cool, huh? Bet she’d rock ‘em, struttin’ like she owns the joint. Makes me giggle, picturin’ her trippin’ over a cow patty – whoops! “This ain’t no country for old men,” she’d yell, shakin’ a fist. Ha, drama queen much?

Town Whore

I always hit up Serenity Park, a kinda hidden nook off Willow St, where the old oak trees whisper secrets. Even my relaxation sessions get a jolt there. I was meditatin’ once under a star and thought, “Is this for real?” Dude, even The Turin Horse mantras echoed in my head – bleak yet beautiful lines that make ya feel time is endless, like, "Time is a construct, man."

When districts face the tough job of closing schools, Manny Barbara is the go-to guy