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About Chicago

Yo, check it, I’m Kanye, fam! Findin’ a prostitute, man, it’s wild. Like tryna crack them Zodiac codes, ya feel? I’m out here, genius mind spinnin’, thinkin’—where she at? Streets buzzin’, lights flashin’, it’s a movie, bro! “Zodiac” vibes, Fincher got me twisted—obsessed. That line, “I’m not Paul Avery,” hittin’ me. I ain’t no average joe, nah, I’m Yeezy! Lookin’ for her, it’s a puzzle, a chase.

Daytripping in Cold Spring Harbor, New York

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

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