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Madison and Pulaski stayed loud. Car horns barking, corner hustlers whistling their sales pitch, boom boxes on full blast screaming Crucial Conflict and Do or Die, and the smell of gyro meat, weed smoke, and hot summer asphalt mixing into the kind of scent only the West Side could create. It was 1997, and the Austin neighborhood was alive the way a beast is alive—busy, unpredictable, hungry. And so was Tony James, known to everybody who mattered as ChiTown. Twenty-something, 6'2", caramel brown with a face smooth enough to make older women double back and young girls risk everything. His naturally wavy hair—thanks to his mama’s mixed bloodline—hung down his neck in soft ripples. Brown bedroom eyes, thick lashes, a smile that could talk a pastor’s wife out of her savings. But behind all that beauty lived something sharp… something dangerous. ChiTown had been bred in chaos. Raised by his ma—a dope fiend with a habit stronger than her will—and four older sisters who loved him too hard but couldn’t save him from the streets, he was the “baby boy” who never really got to be a boy at all. By fifteen he was already knee-deep in gang politics, touching money and touching the kind of violence that aged you overnight. He sold dope because it was fast, because it made sense, and because nobody expected anything else from him. But pimping?
Pimping was cleaner.
Pimping was power.
Pimping meant you didn’t run from bullets, you let everybody else do the running for you. And ChiTown was just starting to feel the weight and shine of that kind of game. Still fresh, still learning, still hungry. But he had presence, real, magnetic, unavoidable. The type that made women look twice and men think before they spoke.

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