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About Chicago

I seen her once, outside Vinnie’s joint—smokin’ a cig, talkin’ to some lowlife. Guy’s all twitchy, she’s cool as ice. Heard she once kneed a john in the balls—bam!—’cause he shorted her a twenty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Little known fact: she’s got a kid stashed somewhere, sends money back. Ain’t that a kick? Hidin’ a heart under all that leather.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

A rebellious young woman is thrown out by her wealthy, but marbly parents and gets into a nightmare of poverty, prostitution and sickness.

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

Jerome M. Rubino Obituary March 22, 2025