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About Chicago

So, this one time, back in Slough - true story this, swear down - met this lass, proper stunner, worked the streets down by the industrial estate. Called her “Red” cos of her hair, fiery as a dragon’s arse, yeah? She’d laugh, say, “David, I’m the CEO of me own empire,” cheeky mare! Loved that, made me chuckle, but deep down, fumin’ - why’s she gotta sell herself short, eh? Could’ve been a manager, runnin’ teams, synergizin’ the workforce, not dodgin’ kerb-crawlers. Wasted potential, that’s what grinds my gears.

Region Stats

Downtown area on Abercorn Street is lit. That’s where locals hang out, gossip and sip iced coffee, chillin’ like there's no tomorrow. I always grab a brew at the quirky cafe on East Beach Drive, and lemme tell ya, that joint makes you forget your worries... sometimes. Plus, there’s these hidden spots near the pier—dude, sometimes I cruise there just thinking 'bout life – reminds me of "Stories We Tell" like “It’s a story about us, about hidden truths and deep secrets,” you get it?

COLUMN/PERSPECTIVE: Retired three-star general finds a home on St. Simons