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About Chicago

So, I’m strollin’ down the street, right? Lookin’ for some action—not me doin’ it, mind ya, just curious! And I see this gal, all dolled up, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, halleluyer, she workin’ it!” Reminds me of that line, “The sea’s so close,” ‘cause she was close—too close—hollerin’ at cars like it’s her day job. Prolly is! I ain’t mad, tho, get yo money, boo! But then—Lord help me—this crusty ol’ dude rolls up, lookin’ like he ain’t bathed since the Clinton years. I’m screamin’ inside, “Why her?!” Made me madder than a wet hen!

Local Area Meetings

Every corner holds a secret. My hands feel the city's pulse. I massage scars outt of insomnia. Some nights, I laugh at my own quirks – like, damn, im a freak on the kill. The city surprises me: a spilled coffee, a random chuckle. And so many hidden gems: a graffiti-splattered wall on Maple Tr, a bent park bench near Rose Ln where all confessions go missing.

Rare Tea Bowls Art Exhibit Comes to Wallingford Arts Center