Leah Fowler Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—yours truly—talkin’ slow, diggin’ deep. So, what’s the deal with whores, huh? I mean, really—what’s your take? Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Only Lovers Left Alive”—you seen that flick? Jim Jarmusch, 2013, pure genius. Got these vampires, Adam and Eve—cool names, right?—livin’ forever, sippin’ blood like it’s fine wine. And whores? Man, they’re in there too—not front and center, but lingerin’, like a shadow. “This is your wilderness,” Adam says, broodin’ over Detroit’s decay. Whores fit that vibe—raw, messy, real.

179 Fowler Road, GUILDFORD

Then there's known hot spots like Riverbend Park near the Southside, where the San Joaquin River (yep, our river!) mumbles along, embracing the town with a soft murmur. I often catch sunsets here, thinking "Oh, sweet child of mine!" (haha, not a movie quote, but fleeping feelings, man). Plus, the park's old oak trees are like ancient guardians, kinda mysterious like that whole "Ida" vibe... where you secretly ponder memories or lost loves.

James D. Fowler