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—whoops, got distracted. Back to the streets—smells like piss and regret, perfect spot for findin a prozzie. Ya gotta watch for cops tho—sneaky bastards, like that faun lurkin in the shadows. “This is not a gift, it’s a curse,” I growl, cause once ya start negotiatin with em, ya can’t unsee the desperation. Made me mad, seein kids—yeah, kids!—out there, barely 18, actin tough. Screw that, world’s messed up.

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This dataset reflects reported incidents of crime that have occurred in the City of Chicago over the past year, minus the most recent seven days of data. Data is extracted from the Chicago Missing: Halstead.

So, I took a break and stepped outside. I needed some air. I walked down to the park on the corner of Colne Road. It’s a nice little spot, but today? It was a mud pit. I slipped and nearly fell flat on my face. I was like, “Seriously, Halstead? You’re trying to kill me?”

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