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About Chicago

Here’s the kicker—did ya know some prostitutes in Russia, like Leviathan vibes, work near churches? Fuckin’ wild—sin and salvation, side by side! I’m ramblin’ now, but this chick, she’s real, not just a body. I’m thinkin’, “Tony, you’re soft,” but nah—I’m still the king. “Say hello to my little friend!” I shout, laughin’, tossin’ her extra cash. She winks, “You’re alright, scarface.”

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And y’know what? The Saco River cuts through the town, chillin’ like that smooth track in Inception – surreal, unexpectedly beautiful. Walkin’ near the levee, I always feel like I’m in a movie scene. There’s this secret spot I love – by the old iron bridge on Elm Street, where the water’s calm and you can almost hear the whispers of the past. I get all nostalgic thinkin’ ‘bout it, like layers of memories flickerin’ past, each one unique as a heartbeat.

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