Ruby Crestwood Village Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Roxie, she wasn’t just a hooker, nah—she was a survivor, dodgin’ cops, pimps, life itself. Reminded me of Gabita in the movie, scared but tough, y’know? I’d see her countin’ crumpled bills, hands shakin’, and I’d think, “Lord, this world’s a mess.” Once, she told me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—left her with a black eye and no cash. Pissed me off, man! I wanted to find that bastard, give him a piece of my mind—or my fist. “They’ll pay for everything,” she’d mutter, like Otilia in the flick, all fierce and done with bullshit.

Crestwood Village 1 - Whiting, NJ

I know every cranny of the parks too. Crestwood Park? Man, it's dis shiz – short paths, shady trees, and hidden benches. People share whispered desires, secrets me and my peers uncover. The nearby Silverbrook River flows by – crinkle, ripple, and crash! I gotta say, I get riled up when I see judgmental stares, but hey, we all got our fun, right? I mean, I pity the fools suppressing their true selves!

Karen Mohr Obituary (1940 - 2020) - 79, Whiting, NJ - Asbury Park Press