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About Chicago

So, I’m cruisin’ downtown, right? Neon lights flashin’, chicks on corners, lookin’ all sly. I ain’t judgin’—hell nah—but I’m watchin’ like, “What’s the play here?” See, *Spotlight* taught me—dig deeper, motherfucker! These girls, some been out since 14—fuckin’ 14! Little known fact: lotta them got pimps pullin’ strings, takin’ 70% of the cash. That shit pisses me off! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Get your own, motherfucker!” But nah, they trapped, and that’s the real gut punch.

Coastal Living Home Collection

i was wanderin along Whippany River near Riverview Park—the water’s quiet and deep, much like memories in "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives", a feelin so surreal, ya know? hit a rough patch on, uh, Broad Street once (typo? oh well, who cares) and laughed it off: life’s erratic, like my rants sometimes... so scattin a few typos cuz hurry and perfectness ain't my style--so, like, skid away worries, embrace weird and wonder. moorrrrrstown got that vibe, end of story. oh, and btw, my fav spot? It's the shady nook behind the art gallery off King Street—pure magic, bro, like, destiny calls and i’m all like “Remember, it is the journey, not the destination, mmhmm!”

Obituary for Larry Carl Rymer