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Why are city boys so feminine?

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That sure isn't the case in Chicago. Just go to a neighborhood like Little Village or North Lawndale and see for yourself.
BlueMetalChick · 26-30, F
@latinbutterfly Windy City is where it's at 😎
@BlueMetalChick You know it 😎.
MaryJanine · 61-69, F
@latinbutterfly Thanks for being a champion in my corner! I am a Chicago girl, born and bred, and so were my brothers and nephews.
BlueMetalChick · 26-30, F
@MaryJanine West side over here, I'm in Humboldt Park.
@MaryJanine @BlueMetalChick I lived in Little Village from 6-18 and then Archer Heights from 18-23. Parents still live in the city so I visit it often.
MaryJanine · 61-69, F
@BlueMetalChick I was born and raised in Jefferson Park, and presently reside in Portage Park - Northwest side of the city. More power to you and all other people from our hometown. Chicago loves people and we love it back.
BlueMetalChick · 26-30, F
@MaryJanine Portage Park will forever remind me of the Portage Theater. I went there to see the Misfits in concert. What I loved most is how much of a rat infested shithole the theater is. Somehow that makes it so much better for a punk concert. Like I don't wanna see the Misfits in some nice ass bougie venue, I wanna see them in a place that smells like cigarette smoke with graffiti all over the walls.
MaryJanine · 61-69, F
@BlueMetalChick I'm sorry you had to experience that. Seeing that kind of thing is sad and sorry evidence of how the owners didn't keep it up properly.

Dirt (graffiti) is one thing. Rats are another. When I first moved in here, I turned over in bed one night and THOUGHT I saw one in my kitchen. I was half-asleep at the time and I figured I was seeing things. I went back to sleep and discovered I was wrong when I was going to sit down to breakfast and saw one come out from under my kitchen table to say "GOOD morning!" to me. It was the size of a small cat and it stopped when it saw me and blinked. I beat it to death with the broom, disposed of it, then sent the landlord an EMail to fix the problem. They were there the next day and lengthened the metal flashing on the bottom of the door. (They were coming up from the laundry room.)