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About Chicago

I’m imaginin’ it: me, analyzin’ X posts, tryna find a lead. “Oi, mate, got a girl?” I’d ping some sketchy account. Probs get ghosted—or scammed. Makes me mad, yo! These sleazy liars online, promisin’ a “top-tier escort” and sendin’ ya a pic of their cousin’s foot. Ugh, hate that. But then—bam!—I’d spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Keeley’s alive!” I’d yell, like Julianne Moore’s ghost just cheered me on. Heart racin’, I’m stoked—she’s real, not some AI catfish.

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The worst hotel I have ever stayed in ever!!!! Parking out back is sketchy! Rooms smell! Dirty!!! Crackheads and dealers loiter! Place is a complete dump!

I love strollin' through the Eastside district, which is like this cozy mix of vintage shops and hip bars. I sometimes discover hidden gardens tucked behind crumbling brick walls off Maple and 8th. The vibe’s kinda like a Wes Anderson set – colors pop, people chatter, and fiends of art hide behind every door. It’s insane, bruh!

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