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About Chicago

But – hold up. Ever think – who’s watchin’? Me, I notice – the johns. Creepy bastards, cruisin’ slow. She’s playin’ ‘em – like a fiddle. Smart cookie, that one. Reminds me – “You’re so far away,” from *Amour*. She’s there – but untouchable. Distant. Got this scar – left cheek. Asked her once – “Bar fight,” she says. Laughed my ass off – tough as nails! Probly bullshit – but I dig it.

Saturday, May 16, 2020

A rebellious young woman is thrown out by her wealthy, but marbly parents and gets into a nightmare of poverty, prostitution and sickness.

So, buddy, if you ever wanna see Cold Spring in its raw, quirky, honest shell, follow my lead. Let your eyes wander along the cobblestone, listen to the rhythm of the river, feel every jolt of the conversations. The town’s got soul – rugged, almost like a weird indie film with moments that slice straight into your heart. Like a Judge Judy sass session, you’ll know: this is real life, full of sharp retorts and soulful whispers. Enjoy it, ya hear?

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