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About Chicago

Once, I got lost, right, coz o’ whore. Tangled me up, like a net! I’m flailin’, arms wavin’, lookin’ a right twit. Thought, “This is it, Bean, you’re done!” Took me ages, swear, thorns rippin’ me shirt – ugh! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like a bleedin’ jungle trap! “Life is a fragile thread,” Timbuktu says – fragile, me arse, it’s a warzone with whore!

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See me in the streets, I'm doing prostitution. Whore, yes I'm a whore. Pay me good money, see me at the backdoor. You'll be satisifed, you'll be asking for.

Then, there's the Fort Scott National Historic Site. I often take clients there – kinda therapeutic to soak in some history. I remember sighing, "This is the city of confluences and transitions," kinda like Godard’s moody vibes, ya know? Its trails are the perfect walk to get lost in thought.

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