Allison Crest Hill Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

Stories from comedians who inhabited Cresthill, the house above The Comedy Store

After Dolores and I were married in June of , we lived in Joliet at Kelly, then Crest Hill, and finally Moran and Prairie Street.

One of my fave spots? Dusky Hollow Cafe on Hillcrest Ave. That place is a treasure, hidden inside a maze of little shops. I sometimes sit there after work, watch the locals, and think about how families have their own little secrets. Ruh-roh! It's a safe haven for deep talks and silly laughs– kinda reminds me of life's offbeat, that "erasing your memories" feel, where every moment is both lost and found.

Shawn E. Hudson Obituary August 23, 2024