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About Chicago

So, mate, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, eyes glintin’ like goblins. My precious coin, they wants it! Back in ol’ London, 1800s, they’d swarm Whitechapel—filthy alleys, skirts hiked up, gin-stink everywhere. Made me mad, it did—poor sods, half-starved, yet here I am, judgin’. Still, s’pose it’s better than fishin’ in the muck, eh?

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Everett (us) ain't just a dot on the map. It's a raging storm of vivacity and slack moments. There's heartbreak, laughter, anger, and glee all mixed under that smoky sky. I am your father. Embrace it, buddy, and get lost in it. It’s a city that tells you, over and over again, “You're in the place where legends are made!” Hey, come on—let's ride this wave together.

James Everett Herlihy