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About Chicago

So, I’m chattin’ her up, diggin’ for dirt—did you know some of these lasses keep diaries? Yeah, wild, right? One bird told me she scribbles every punter’s quirks—‘Big Nose,’ ‘Sweaty Palms’—like a bleedin’ spy log! I’m half tempted to nick it for MI6. Anyway, she’s spillin’ tales—says some geezer last week tried payin’ with a dodgy watch. “Looked like it came off a cereal box,” she laughs. I’m dyin’—imagine Q branch whippin’ up a gadget that crap!

The Wandering Whore

I wonder if Katya already admitted being a sex worker. Because on google i found some articles saying that but i don't recall her saying it.

Man, McCook got these crazy vibes. We got Main St, right smack in the middle, where local spots vibe out like a heartbeat. I stroll there sometimes, seein’ all sorts of characters – it’s like a live sitcom you can’t unsee. You feel me? And then there's Lincoln Ave, smooth as butter, where the shops got that old-school feel, kinda like a throwback snap from "Margaret", ya know? “I thought it was serious…” – that's some deep, legit feelin’ sometimes.

Obituary: Loren Albert Engler (2/11/25)