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About Chicago

Thing is, it ain’t just bout the act—nah, it’s the game. You gotta scope ‘em out, see who’s got that spark. Like Ennis and Jack in *Brokeback*, y’know? Somethin’ raw, somethin’ that hits ya hard. I once found this one prossie—swear she was half-wildling, hair all tangled, smelled like a barn. Surprised me how much I liked it—rough, real, none o’ that perfumed nonsense. “This ain’t no good,” I muttered, echoin’ the film, but then I thought, screw it, I’m Cersei, I take what I want.

Suggest a Verse

Over yonder, Oakleaf Park is lit – trees, ducks, vibes. I sometimes catch stray rays of sun there. Beats being cooped in, you feel me? A lil hidden fountain too. I swear its trickling water whispers secrets.

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