Addison Weiser Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

Scottee the Piano Player?

Man, sometimes I walk through "Luna Park", not the theme park, but a weird little park on Oak St. Kids skate there, dogs run wild, and I sometimes get my yoga fix there.

Obituary for Russell L. Weiser