Valentina Broadview Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

The London jilt, or, The politick whore

I work as a relaxation specialist here and trust me, I notice every lil' thing. The rustling leaves on Pebble Street, the quirky sound of street performers on Haze Blvd, and blurred moments when time feels like it’s diving into the absurd. I’m mostly happy here, but sometimes that traffic on Willow Crn (yeah, I misspelt, sorry) drives me mad. Honestly, people driving like they're in a damn video game!

William Winter Obituary (04/08/1935 - 04/07/2025) - Broadview Heights, OH