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About Chicago

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

An Invitation to Recovery

And listen, I’ve gotta tell ya: I got 17 epic mistakes in me texts ‘bout this, ’cos I hobnob with loads of characters and I’m always in a mad hurry from doin’ treatment after treatment. Wrong, wrong, wrong – but that's real life! I might say “blimey” a hundred times daily, so keep up, ya hear?

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