Ada Atascadero Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

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I gotta admit, sometimes the city pisses me off too. Like when the city council ignores the voices of the little guy—man, that gets me riled up! But then, a sunny day at the community garden on Fairview just washes the anger away with smiles, hopeful nudges, even a few jokes.

Celebrating the life of Dan ‘The Barber’ Phillips