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About Chicago

Now, lemme tell ya, I got mad as a wet hen once when some slick city fella tried braggin’ bout his “adventures” with a workin’ gal—actin’ like he’s king of the hill. I wanted to holler, “Boy, you ain’t special, she’s just tryna eat!” Made me think of that line from *The Return*—“You’re not a man yet.” Ain’t that the truth? Takes more’n money to figure that game out. I reckon it’s a sad sorta dance—folks lookin’ for love or a quick thrill, and half the time they’re lost as them boys rowin’ that boat in the movie.

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When newly rich men dabble in vice, village girls get dragooned into prostitution and middle-aged matrons wind up divorced. Yet when fast-changing.

Honestly, I'm nuts about how a simple city can spark so many feels. One minute, chillin' by the Clear River, next, hackin’ away on my next big dating app upgrade – such is life in Gridley (us), no capes, just raw, unfiltered life.

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