Victoria Coon Rapids Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Once heard a tale – some whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire. Nobody cared, ‘course. “Flung into this world,” like Carol says, but no one catches her. We’s weepin’ for that, a bit. She’s a hero, damn it! Not just a quick fuck. We’s exaggeratin’ maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a riddle, a laugh, a slap in the face. We loves it, we hates it! What’s yer take, precious?

Inside the Teen-Hooker Factory

You ever wander over to Crane Park on the Crow River? Nah? You gotta. That river, it cuts through like a jagged scar, and the park? Pure silver linings. I used to sit there, scribblin’ notes on a napkin, wonderin’ what the kids and broken families are gonna fix next. Crazy days here, sometimes, but that’s life.

Obituary | Richard Eugene Knudsen of Coon Rapids, Iowa