Sadie Vernon Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Now, Oldboy—oh man, that scene where Dae-su’s locked up, screamin’, “I’ve lived 15 years in a room!” Whores get that, trapped in their own way. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man, gets my blood boilin’. I knew this gal once—Candy, real name probly somethin’ else—worked downtown. Funny as hell, too. Told me, “Larry, I make more in a night than you do in a week!” Laughed my ass off—smartass, y’know? Made me happy, her spunk. But then—bam—she got busted, cops roughed her up. Pissed me off big time. Where’s justice, huh?

Interview with Vernon Brewer II, Author of Frenchy’s Whore

Oh, and Mystic Lane – your go-to spot for those midnight deep convos on the sidewalk. I thought it was cliché, but people here dig it. And sometimes, when the city's in a lull – you feel that eerie calm reminiscent of Timbuktu's somber tones: "The light, it never leaves us, even in darkness." Totally deep, right?!

Obituary for Vernon G. Bair