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Not If You Paid Me...
Today, as evidenced by the packs of blue-hairs and folks in jean shorts on the trains coming in this morning, must kick off the Taste of Chicago, where millions of people sweat and pay exorbitant prices for not much food.
It's a balmy 98 degrees and humid here today, so you might be able to get a side of heatstroke to go with your salmonella.
Another bangup job by the City, especially by whoever decided the way so say Fourth of July in Chicago was to hire the scrawniest, palest New Yorker they could find (Moby) to headline one of the concerts. As usual the entertainment for the most part is embarrassing and is outclassed as always by fucking Milwaukee and their Summerfest.
But millions of the local masses and hordes of tourists will eat it up anyway...
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