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About Chicago

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild gig, right? I’m sittin there, wirin up some radio-electronic rig, thinkin—hell, even my Tesla bots got better hookups than me. So, I dive into this, right, like troubleshootin a busted circuit. You gotta scope the signal—where’s the action at? Dark alleys, sketchy bars, or maybe some encrypted X post screamin "DM for rates." Technical jargon incoming: it’s like tunin a frequency—too much noise, you’re fried, too little, you’re ghosted.

Early life

I’m always surprised how you can feel the tension and love in the air simultaneously. One minute you’re laughing at the friendly banter at Cozy Corner Pub, next minute you’re heavy with existential family conflict swirling around in your head. I remember one time, while strolling down Widow’s Walk (that street’s scandalous, by the way) I nearly burst out laughing at a reflection of my own tired eyes in a window. Ugh, life, right?

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