Hazel Runnemede Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

Crystal Hayes and Sherry Cloyd

Sometimes I hit the local dive bar on 5th and Vine. Locals mumble, “Lost souls, but we live it.” And I’m in the back, scribbling wild ideas about pleasure coaching and navigating heart vibes. So spontaneous and raw. Also, pro tip: shady alley behind the old library on Finch st. has the best street art if you squint just right. Crazy underrated, like a hidden verse in a punk anthem.

Philadelphia cop, daughter allegedly targeted by NJ woman who tried to hire hitman