Here in this little space is where I tell you who the hell I am. I`m Caroline, you`ll find me crusing the streets with my bright pink head of hair (though it`s not pink anymore) and jingling metal catastrophies hanging from my wrists. Yes, you`ll find me in the town of Chicago. Yes, the town of craving lunitics striving onto nothing but an overpriced metal chain hanging from their Walmart bought ghetto clothing while driving in circles around the small of the most exciting most `walkable` town, where crazy soccer moms pound on the gas pedal with their shiny blue automatic power door minivans with blasting gospel christain antics. Yes, this is the town in which I live in, thriving to get out of this trendy scene.
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