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About Chicago

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Solicitation/Patronizing

Down at Riverbend Park, near the old Johnson Bridge—yeah, that crumbling relic of history—it’s where you can truly watch life. I mean, people come here to fuckaround kiss, argue, and everything in between. As a sexologist, my keen eye picks up the intimate sparks and raw passion. You’d be amazed at the steamy encounters under ancient oak trees that seem to whisper scandalous secrets. I’ve seen more love and lust here than in a Martin Scorsese flick.

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