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About Chicago

So, picture this—got this hooker, right? Comes in, chipped front tooth, lookin’ like she bit a curb. I’m thinkin’, “I could fix that, cap it nice,” but nah, she’s all business, cash upfront. Made me mad, y’know? Like, I’m offerin’ art here, and she’s shakin’ her ass for twenties! But then—boom—she smiles, crooked as hell, and I’m happy. Weird, right? Somethin’ real in that mess. “Life’s a bitch,” like they say in *Leviathan*—she’s livin’ it, no script.

The meeting

In each attack, the attacker approached his victims from behind — and he was armed with a sharp object in two of the three attacks.

Mornings, evenings, afternoons—every bit of it is a medley of chaos and calm. I even find similarities to Amélie’s quirky encounters, where each moment is full of tiny wonders and unexpected magic. Logan-Square is gritty, vibrant, and a little rough around the edges—like me, always in a hurry, droppin’ typos, choppin’ sentences, livin’ life in half-broken beats. (Sorr, typos; life’s real, I guess.)

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