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About Chicago

I’m strollin’, right? Eyes peeled, grin wide. “Here’s Johnny!” shoutin’ in my head. Ya gotta watch for the signs – fishnets, too much lipstick, that sway. Ain’t no rocket science, but damn, it’s a rush! Reminds me of that horse in the movie – beaten down, still movin’. These girls, man, some got stories that’d break ya. One time, this chick told me she used to dance ballet – fuckin’ ballet! Now she’s dodgin’ cops. Made me sad, then mad – world’s a cruel bastard.

Introductions in Keizer

The vibe? Slow, then BAM—energy overload. I get happy THINKING of all the quirks; I get mad too, when people forget the soul. "Caché ... what have you hidden?" Those words echo in my mind on cold nights.

Filing hints at new restaurant coming to Keizer