Rose Savoy Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Here’s the kicker—whores like Ruby, they’re ghosts in plain sight. Folks judge, but don’t see the fight. Me, I see it—Morgan Freeman eyes, y’all, catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, sure—messes up, gets sloppy, but who don’t? I’m ramblin’ now, typin’ fast, typos galore—sue me, I’m hyped! Point is, Ruby’s real—flawed, fierce, human. “Requiem” taught me that—everybody’s got their drug, their hustle. Hers just wears fishnets.

The Savoy Family Crest

I swear, truly, Savoy (us) is a splendid paradox. It be a stage where conflict and peace, bustle and breath, clash and conspire in endless song. Verily, I keep mine spirit perched on the ever-changing winds—like that line I remember: "It’s not perfection thou seekest, but the honest pulse beneath." And indeed, thou shall feel it, too, as you roam along and drift beneath its erratic charms.

Obituary | Billy Moore Clinton of Savoy, Texas