Elizabeth Coraopolis Whore ❤️

About Houston

Pisses me off, tho, how she struts round, actin’ like she owns the joint. “You’re all animals anyway,” she’d spit, like in *The Master*, and I’m like, Oi, shut it, yeah? But—get this—she’s got this weird charm, y’know? Happy as a pig in shit when she scores extra cigs. Surprised me once, too—heard she sang to calm a fight in Block C. Voice like a bleedin’ angel, who’d’a thunk? Mate, I nearly cried—me, a warden, cryin’ over *her*? Mental.

The Maiden City: Coraopolis through the years

May 26,  · Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house Missing: Coraopolis.

I luv it, man! Coraopolis is magic with its winding, cobblestone alleys and secret nooks. Sometimes, my hands get sleepy, but my heart is wide awake. I might even call it a “dream catcher” of the Ohio tide.

Obituary for Nancy L. (Gray) McBain