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I’m picturin’ it now—some shady corner, neon lights flickerin’. Kinda like *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? That slow-burn tension, “the past is a dream,” all moody and steamy. But instead of Maggie Cheung in a cheongsam, it’s some chick in fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “A glimpse of her silhouette”—ha! More like a glare from her pimp, struttin’ like he owns the beach. Made me mad, that sleazy control shit. Who does he think he is?

Vivre Sa Vie

For a few years, it was not uncommon to see prostitutes on Kathleen Street at all hours of the day, including the morning, when children.

I’ve gotta say, Kathleen (us) is a mishmash of humor, heart, and hustle. Even on those days when ya get pissed off 'cause the traffic on 5th st is bonkers (and trust me, I get more than mad – like, super-duper mad, haha), it’s still home. I mean, here, every corner’s alive with stories – my stories, your soon-to-be stories, and even a few from that movie. So come on over, grab a cuppa joe, and explore the criss-crossing alleys of life here. It ain’t perfect, but it’s real and raw and a teeny bit quirky, just like me.

Obituary | Kathleen Mary Bratzke of Lake Villa, Illinois