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About Chicago

Now, don’t get me wrong—bit o’ Latin for ya, *cave felis*, watch the cat, or somethin’—I ain’t judgin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers, see, about this one tart in Soho, late ‘90s, called herself “Duchess.” Proper legend, she was—bloke once paid her in gold sovereigns, no kiddin’! Swear it’s true, heard it from me mate Dave, who’s a right nutter but honest. Made me chuckle, that—gold coins for a quick shag? Blimey, inflation’s a bugger!

La Madre de Kyle Es Puta

Lyrics: Let's get it / Yes (Yes) / Shawty know she fuckin' with the best (Shawty, best) / Logo shit, I feel like Jerry West (Woo, woo, Jerry West) / She gon' blow this whistle like a ref .

Hey, listen up, buddy – lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle (us)! This place is somethin’ else. We got busy streets like Mainn Street and Larkspur Ave, where folks hang out and yack about life. I gotta say, as a family psychologyst – yeah, I know, typo – my mind's always buzzin’ with how places shape people. You ever been to the charming Riverbend Park? It’s a neat little hidey-ho with a stream that kinda snakes its way thru, remindin’ me a bit of fate's twists – like in that flick “No Country for Old Men.” "Fool me once, fool me twice", you know? That line sticks.

5 questions with Kyle Craven, face of Bad Luck Brian meme in talks to buy Quaker Square