Paisley Oatfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

WHEN LETTERKENNY’S SWEETNESS TURNED SOUR – A PERSONAL STORY

An interview with photographer and Oak Grove native Tom Rutter.

Neighborhoods? So many! The Artsy Quarter is bomb. I hang there often. And don’t forget the Jazz District. Cool live shows there, super hip. I often end my long massage days there, sorta zen.

Bicycles stolen from five-year-old Letterkenny pals