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About Chicago

Oh, an get this—some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries! Little known fact—spills all their weird punter stories. One wrote bout a bloke cryin mid-shag—proper messed me up. Happy? Nah, gutted! Humans are a bloody mess. R2-D2, where are you? I’m ramblin, but it’s real—findin a prostitute’s a head trip, not just a quickie. “In this family, we don’t run!”—except ya do, from yerself. Mad world, eh?

Blind Spot

I live here, ya know, and being, like, a relaxation specialist, everything gets super mindful. I always vibe with, like, the subtle beats of the city. When I walk down Maple Drive, my brain is all zen, chill AF. Sometimes I get, like, mad when noise hits the peaceful spots, but then I bounce back with a deep breath. It's all part of the flow, you know? LOL, life's full of twists.

Killer of Cal Fire captain stabbed in her Ramona home still at large