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When I was a just a little baby Scathing growing up in the cesspit formally known as Chicago, I would often fall asleep to the sounds of gunshots and sirens. If I were to try and sleep there today – probably next to a man-ass loving sex offender sharing my hotel room at the taxpayer’s expense – I’d probably only hear the gunshots. And the...
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