Mari Schuyler Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Lemme tell ya somethin’ – I met this chick once, called herself Diamond. Swear to God, she had a tattoo of a dollar sign on her neck. Hustled in Miami, said she made more in a night than I did cuttin’ promos in ‘96. Blew my mind! I was like, “Can you smell what The Rock’s cookin’?” She laughed, said, “Only if it’s green, baby!” Had me crackin’ up – smart as hell, too. Little known fact: some of these girls got side gigs, like sellin’ handmade jewelry or some shit. Hustle on hustle – respect that.

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman. . .”

Sometimes, I still think about Flor and Aliza — those whores. It would have felt so good to crawl up inside their ribs, to wear their skin.

See, the vibe here is unpredictable. One minute, you’re basking in warm smiles at the community center, next, you’re facin’ sudden storms that remind you, “You merely adopted the dark.” I always say, every puddle’s a promise, every crack’s a reminder of life’s scars and beauty – wicked, right?

Chapel built in 1880 in Town of Catharine added to National Register of Historic Places