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About Chicago

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Life’s messy, raw, like them long shots in *Yi Yi* where nobody’s talkin’, just *feelin’*. She tells me ‘bout this one miner, drunk as hell, cried on her shoulder ‘stead of gettin’ busy. “Poor bastard,” she says, “missed his wife somethin’ fierce.” I’m like, damn, that’s heavy—made me pause, ya know? Human as hell, even in this game. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout family, ‘bout what pushes folks to the edge.

So many nooks and crannies here! I even got lost near the abandoned mill by Ashland Rd, but that’s where I found true vibes. Every turn is like a page in my personal love story with the town. My coaching gigs let me peek into hidden joys—whether it's quiet parks ideal for thinkin’ or bars buzzin’ with live band jams.

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