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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

Oh, and did I mention St. Charles Amphitheater? That spot on Riverbend St. hosts some wild live gigs under the stars. Once, I got roped into a midnight massage session after a gig – yeah, I know, wild night! Fans lined up, shakin’ with adrenaline and a bit of sore muscles. "I choose violence," I mutter sometimes when the music gets too raucous... weird, I know, but it's my little rebellion.

St. Charles East slugs five home runs in win over Batavia: Monday’s Kane County Chronicle sports roundup