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About Chicago

I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

Luke 7:37-50

I remember one time – swear on my Hulkamania spirit – I was strolling down Oakmont, had my mind in my head, and suddenly, kaboom, I stumbled upon a beautiful mural at Liberty Lane. The colors screamed hope. I just felt, “This is art! This is life! This is the act of killing despair, man!”

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