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About Chicago

So, findin’ one? Easy, sorta. Hit the shady bars, check the corners—eyes open, Johnny’s watchin’! Apps now too—tech’s nuts, makes it like orderin’ pizza. “I’d like a brunette, extra sass!”—ha! But real talk, it’s a gamble. She might be a queen or a gremlin. “You’re not what I expected,” I’d say, quotin’ that flick again. Keeps ya sharp, though—keeps the blood pumpin’.

Brief Life History of Anna B

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.

Tony Charles Fowler Obituary April 5, 2025