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About Chicago

But here’s what got me shook—some pimp once tattooed his name on her arm! Branded her like cattle—pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Honey, you’re enough!”—straight outta *Shame*, that vibe of bein trapped, cravin escape. I wanted to hug her, tell her, “You get a car! You get a life!” She smirked, tho—sassy as hell—said, “Oprah, I’d rather have cash.” Laughed my ass off—girl had SPUNK!

The Quiet American

Marty Fowler and her comrades have prevailed, rallying to repulse the latest invasion of prostitutes along El Cajon Boulevard. A police sweep last week has moved the working girls .

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.

Terry Fowler Obituary January 29, 2025