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About Chicago

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

Prostitution now has its own dating-style app – Yes, this is real

prostitution ring, employing young Hollywood Thankfully, the hunt to find it was easier than Gibbs and DiNozzo's hunt for Pavlenko.

Lounging by the Artois River, a secret spot it is. Ya, that river flows through the heart of the town, quietly hummin'. Bits of nature amidst gray. Kinda like in "The Return", life’s secrets hidden, they are. "Everything is a little like life, hidden and mysterious, hmm?" I murmur sometimes, full of awe and slight anger 'cause sometimes I get mad at traffic on Pine St, real nightmare that is.

Friday Morning Football: Atwater High School