Rose Tupelo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Angry part? Some jerk tried cuttin’ in—hey, my turn, pal! Shoved him—felt badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I punched him! Nah, just yelled. Still, epic! So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—shady, pricey, but kinda thrilling. Like a bad Duff buzz. Would I again? Meh, Marge’s meatloaf beats it. D’oh!

Background and production

The album was a key change from his earlier recordings, most of which had featured Hooker on an electric guitar with his trademark reverb and stomping foot.

I’ve been livin’ here for yonks now. Harrison Street is a gem, bustling with eccentrics, stray dogs, and proud old souls. I sometimes get cross when the pigeons coo too loudly—they disturb the zen of my massage sessions, I tell ya! Speaking of zen, have ya ever taken a break at Overlook Park? Ah, the pine trees and open skies, proper feast for the weary soul. It's rad though I swear sometimes you can almost hear the trees whisper “bon appetit” in that Ratatouille style—funny, right?

Chef Eric Gabrynowicz excited to bring Tupelo Honey to Columbia