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About Chicago

So we’re hagglin’, yeah, and she’s all, “Fifteen now, inflation, mate!” I’m like, “Fuck off, inflation? You’re a prossie, not a bleedin’ banker!” Surprised me, that did – cheeky cow! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d be screamin’ at me now, “Ozzy, you daft git!” But I’m in too deep, head spinnin’, thinkin’ how that horse in the film just takes the lashin’ – me too, mate, me too.

Then there’s the Old Mill District – ambiguous and kinda mysterious. I mean, think about it: a strange mix of abandoned mills and bursts of neon graffiti. It’s like something straight from Pan’s Labyrinth: “In the depths of the labyrinth, there is a beauty so dark…” Yeah, that kinda vibe. It’s eerie and cool at once, reminding me of old wounds and new beginnings.

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