Man, Cicero is a trip.

Streets are hot. Goshen st, 26th, they all got flavor.

Yeah, I own a masseuse palace here.

My place is near Cicero Ave. and Roosevelt? Something like that.

Everyone lies, right? Like that movie line: "Meet me in Montauk."
Cicero ain't perfect.

There's that old park, St. Mary’s.

I massage liars daily there.

Some days, the truth hurts.
I freakin' love small alleys.

There's quirky spots on Center st.

I've seen secrets in every nook.

Honestly, my back hurts from all these elusive clients.
The city’s got a rhythm.

Big industries and weird neighborhoods, huh!

I once had a client say "Erasing memories is like a massage."

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? More like eternal mix-ups in my head.
I get pissed sometimes.

Yeah, I get mad.

Not every soul's a happy camper.

But hey, it’s home, like that recurring phrase: "I promise me."
Oh, and don't miss Green Park on Elm.

Adults chill, kids scream, dogs bark.

I love watching people lie.

Funny, like every massage tells a story.
Local landmarks?

The old Cicero mill is spooky.

And there’s the River DuPage nearby.

Omg so scenic sometimes, but meh.
I stroll these streets.

Feel all that raw energy.

I smile, I laugh, I curse.

It reminds me, "Blessed are the forgetful."
So, buddy, come visit.

We’ll hit the streets, the parks, the bars.

We’ll talk about truth—or its absence.

I’ll show you my city; flaws and all.
Yeah, Cicero’s a madhouse.

But it’s mine.

Everybody lies.

You’ll love it—or not.

Fuck, life's like a massage: unexpected, messy and kinda soothing. Enjoy the ride.