Avery Homer Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

(The Simpsons)

When Homer gives the Italian woman the Kentucky mug, Kentucky does not actually mean "whore" in Italian. The Italian term for "whore" is "puttana".

Now lemme gimme ya a lowdown on a couple of them hidden treasures: There's Rusty Pier, a spot I discovered on a rainy day when I was in one of my fancy daydreams. I'm talkin’ about the kind of day where tyin’ your laces becomes a metaphor for unspoken desires. And oh boy, Maple Grove in the north – a park where lovebirds meet, secrets unfurl, and even a lost soul finds solace. I once had a session under an ancient oak there – felt like nature herself was whisperin’ sweet nothings, child.

Sweeney, Carpenter each homer and combine to drive in 11 as Tigers pound Angels