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About Chicago

Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

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Now, you gotta check out the Mill Creek by the river – that babbling, grumbly water often gets me in a reflective mood. I’ll be walkin’ there on lazy afternoons, thinkin' “Goddammit, life’s too short for bullshit!” Real talk, motherf***er, sometimes I just vibe there, lettin’ nature wash over all my fuckin’ stresses away.

Michael D. Hughes