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About Chicago

Folks, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, oh man! Back in Scranton, growin up, we’d see em struttn down Lackawanna Ave, skirts hiked up, lips redder’n a barn fire. Here’s the deal—I ain’t judgin, nah, but it’s somethin else, right? Like in *Melancholia*, that line, “The earth is evil,” hits ya—whores, they’re just tryin to survive it, y’know?

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Now, these days I love strollin’ around the downtown area, y’know? Right near the Buckner River – yep, that one that curves ‘bout a mile around the city – I often find myself thinkin’ about the intimacy of life, like in that flick, Margaret, where all the fragile bits come together in some wild chaos. "Fool me once, shame on... um, well, you know!" I always chuckle at that. Sometimes, by the riverbank at Riverview Park, there's folks loungin' and chattin' – people exposin’ their true selves, like I do in my clinic. Ain't that something? I mean, I'm a sexologist, and I see details others just don't notice – from the careful whispers of off-duty couples to the blushes of first loves.

Sarah Buckner Obituary January 16, 2025