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About Chicago

So, findin’ one? Start in city, not forest, duh. Back alleys, neon buzzin’, smells like piss and desperation. Little fact—did ya know Moscow’s got secret brothels since Soviet days? Hidden, brutal, efficient—like me. I’m walkin’, boots hittin’ ground, thinkin’ “What’s the price?” Cash rules, always does. Girls standin’ there, eyes dead, like slaves in that movie—“You got no right!”—but they ain’t fightin’ back. Makes me mad, yeah? World’s cold, I made it colder.

About Simon Lavery

i've been in this town for years. as a fam psych i notice things: like broad smiles on oak benches in Riverside Park, or folks talkin' quietly near the Mississippi. it's like "i'm a master of my own destiny" but then just shh, all the noise. oh, and psaint-matthews ain't perfect. but hey, mistakes happen, y'know? what gets me mad is how families split in these parks. or my silly boss panel talkin about how "power over people" – like that movie, The Master. "a true man can endure any hardship"... i kinda misread. it was more like, "we have no real mastery," but whatever.

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