Hannah Ironton Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

William F. Suttles

Hah, then there’s Westside Park. It’s a little slice of heaven. I walk there every morning. Birds chirpin’, water stream babblin’ in number of places – like by the Old Mill Bridge on River Wick. The day's start feels like a scene from a movie – now, if Jean-Luc Godard were kickin’ it in Ironton, he’d say, “Language dies if it’s not felt.” And I feel it, every single frickin’ day.

Crosby-Ironton Girls’ Basketball Finishes Season as Class AA State Runner-Up