Olivia Norridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

Inside this Issue

Thinking it was Mrs. Claus, Sally let her in. Unfortunately, it was not Mrs. Claus, but a crack whore from the neighboring Washington Heights.

Oh, baby, welcome to Norridge, us–it’s groovy as hell, yeah! So listen up, cuz this place is wicked cool in its own little way. I mean, you got your main drag, Elm Street, where all the funky cafes and dive bars line up like a parade of good times. One of my fav haunts is right by the old marker near Central Park (not that big, but man, it's a vibe) – spilled my heart and my drink there more times than I can count, so many rad memories!

Rose Altman Obituary - Norridge, IL