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About Chicago

Alright, listen up, I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—standin’ here as a cashier, ringin’ up sodas and chips, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, ya know? Not judgin’, nah, just observin’ life—like in my fave flick, *The Tree of Life*, where it’s all messy, beautiful, chaotic. “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—that’s the vibe, man, the big questions! Prostitutes, they’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’ in a world stacked against ‘em by the top 1%—greedy bastards hoardin’ wealth while folks sell their souls!

Fred and Rose West still haunt nation 30 years after House of Horrors was exposed

Harvey should have hired Holly. But then afterwards she told the firm secrets to Andrew Malik and lost her opportunity to be hired.

Ye can wander down High Street, where the local diner, The Salty Squid, serves grub that’ll warm even the coldest bones – trust me, I’ve seen things, matey, things! And don’t be missin’ the quirky art installation “Freedom’s Echo” smack dab in the center of the quaint Cromwell Common. It’s like a piece o’ the movie – “There is a truth you can only see if you look.” Oh, the irony of life, arr!

Thomas Cromwell: Henry VIII’s Reformer—and Hatchet Man