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About Chicago

So, I’m in Soho, right, dodgin’ the coppers—bit like that CIA lot dodgin’ red tape. “We’re goin’ dark,” I growl, feelin’ all cinematic. Saw this bird, yeah, leanin’ by a lamppost—thought, “Blimey, she’s the target!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—then bam, she’s chargin’ fifty quid! Fifty! I’m fumin’, mate—daylight robbery, that is. “This is the kill zone,” I hiss, tryna barter like some prat in a souk. She just laughs—cheeky mare—says, “Take it or sod off, guv.”

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I keep twitching with a mix of excitement and indignation. Sometimes, it feels like the city is yelling at you; sometimes, it's a whisper of hope. I’ve had a mad rush there, laughing at mistakes, sometimes even shedding tears for spur-of-the-moment things. I'm not kidding—life here is a roller coaster of emotions.

Spotswood boys defeat Hopewell 57-50, capture VHSL Class 3 State Championship