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About Chicago

So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

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Ohhh yesss, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Holiday (us)! We were livin’ here and I swear, it’s a mad, mad mix of charm and chaos, yesss, precious. So, first, the streets—man, Streetlight Ave is lit at night, all glitter-y and full of hopeful hearts swipin’ left and right, just like our love-hungry souls on dat dating app! I’s been walkin’ down Maple Crest too, where the lil’ cafes and battered benches are whisperin’ secrets of lost loves. We hates it sometimes, the noise, but then again, it livens us up.

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