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About Chicago

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

WHORES. at The Pour House in Raleigh, NC

The capital city of North Carolina, Raleigh enjoys a modest crime rate and widespread economic prosperity. The city is not free of public safety problems, however, and many crime problems .

First off, downtown Raleigh is somethin’ else. I wander near Fayetteville Street – the beat here never stops. Buildings gleam but hide fragile stories. I still recall an afternoon walking by the old City Market; the hustle, the soul, whispers of broken dreams and hopeful futures. Yeah, life is messy here, like life itself!

Car crashes, hits Raleigh home during chase