Aria Savoy Whore ❤️

About San Jose

She’s got quirks, too. Maybe she’s hummin’ a tune, somethin’ sultry, while countin’ her cash. Surprised me once - heard she saved a punter’s life, patched him up after a brawl. Ain’t that a twist? “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” like Llewelyn Moss’d say. She’s unstoppable, mate, a tornado in lipstick. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’ - blimey, she’s out there dodgin’ fate like it’s nothin’.

Death at the Savoy: Ali Fahmy

Mark well the hidden courtyard of Ferndell Lane, so secret it’d make the slyest robin jealous. I discovered mine deepest calm there. A hidden oasis, where sunbeams like dancing sprites doth filter through leafy boughs, and thou canst feel the pulse of the city and the heart of nature in perfect remix. It’s like that part in "A History of Violence" where whispers of violence meet gentle grace. Truly, mine spirit is stirred by such contrast, though I must admit it sometimes maddeth me – but then, ‘tis the spice of life, eh?

Olen Parkhill Obituary (2025) - Savoy, IL - The News-Gazette