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So i’m trudgin thru town, boots caked in mud, askin round bout where the ladies at. Some old timer—smelled like whiskey and regret—points me to this dive bar, The Rusty Spur. “All that is human can sink…”—that’s the vibe there, straight outta the movie. Dark, smoky, eyes followin me like i’m prey. I spot her—red lipstick, skirt shorter than a miner’s fuse. She’s workin the room, all sly smiles and sharp glances. I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin—business or pleasure?” She laughs, says, “Both, if ya got coin.” Got me chucklin—girl’s got sass, i respect that.

Like an Alley Cat

The houses of prostitution were an open secret throughout the Mon-Yough area, and when people talk of "corruption" in McKeesport during the postwar boom era, they're often referring .

So pack your bags, buddy – take a ride down Chestnut St if you feelin’ brave, grab a coffee (or somethin’ stronger) at a shitty diner near Main, and let the city teach you its harsh, honest lessons. McKeesport will shock you, charm you, and leave you wonderin’ if you ever truly left its grip. “Motherf***er, ain't life a trip?” Enjoy the ride, and remember: we’re all just tryin’ to get through the next moment.

Michael Anthony Armstrong Sr. Obituary (2025) - McKeesport, PA - Robert A. Waters Funeral Home, Inc.