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About Chicago

So I roll up, all swagger, flexin’ a bit—gotta look the part, ya know? This one chick, she’s sassy, all “What you want, big man?” I’m like, “Just chattin’, baby, keep it cool.” She laughs, says she’s seen worse than me. Worse than The Rock?! That’s a gut punch, but I dig it—spunk’s rare out here. Reminds me of that movie line, “Everything’s gone, nothin’ left.” She’s still standin’, though—tough as nails.

Behind the Scenes

Before Grampa married Homer's mother, he and a carnival prostitute had a son whom they left at the Shelbyville Orphanage. Determined to find his brother, Homer.

Ya see, bein' a sexologist in Homer (us) gives ya a lens to see love’s tender and messy details. I’ve seen many a couple, hand in hand near Little River Walk, whisperin' secrets that rival even the most poetic lines from Julian Schnabel's film masterpiece. I sometimes chuckle SOh hany surprises, like a mate once had a session by the riverside – gettin’ all philosophical about the flutter of life. Boy, did it leave me starstruck!

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