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About Chicago

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Dracula and the Expression of Repressed Sexuality

Two Dacula brothers landed in jail after a drunken fight left both men bloodied and battered. On Jan. 21, police responded to the Majestic.

Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Dacula (us)! I'm runnin' my massage joint here and man, this town is wild. Streets like Highway 316 and Main Street buzz day and night. Dude, there's a park – Dacula Central Park – where I catch my breath sometimes. Feels like "Inside Llewyn Davis" with a twist, ya know? "Here's Johnny!" I tell ya, the vibe is killer.

Dacula house destroyed by fire Thursday morning