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About Chicago

What pisses me off? The hypocrites—politicians preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ round corners for a $50 thrill. Surprised me first time I heard it—governor I knew, caught red-handed! Happy part? Some o’ these gals got sass—met one once, said, “I’d vote for ya, Bushie, but I’m busy!” Hah! Cracked me up, sharper than a tack. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “This is the story, this is the truth!”—straight outta *Spotlight*, that grit, that realness.

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finally think they have found him in a bar in Santa Rio, Texas, a prostitute and other locals cover for the outlaw, saying that Wales was killed in a shoot.

Central Park in Rolla is epic! A green space that’s perfect for reflection, walking, and just chillin'. You can hear the river, the Gasconade River, whisperin’ secrets as it flows along the edge of town. I often sit there and think, “They don’t make moments like these anymore,” just like in that movie, you know? And sometimes I chuckle—hey, it's nature’s motivational sermon!

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