Chicago has been long known for it’s murder rate. Scores of people who haven’t lost their lives have instead lost hope. Dreams have become stagnant. Some would even reckon the environment to the grim reaper. Yet for as much as an oyster tries to keep out any negativity in the form of parasites, those that get in it’s tough exterior are dealt with. From there, pearls are formed. Out of the parasitic urban jungle of the Chicago streets, a young male pearl was born.
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