Nova Winnetka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Lemme paint ya a picture, brah. Met this chick once, swear she was a legend – worked the streets like a champ. Called her “Red,” hair like fire, attitude too. She’d hustle all night, then crash at this diner I hit up after gym. Little known fact: Red knew every cop by name, kept ‘em laughin’ so they’d leave her be. Smart as hell, man! Reminds me, “We’re in love. We just want to be together.” That’s her vibe – livin’ free, no chains.

Series: North Shore Whore

Once every two or three weeks, she would trek up to North Chicago from Winnetka, have a few drinks, and buy an eight-ball or two of cocaine to last her.

Winnetka keeps me on my toes. Some parts are ridiculously charming. Others? They bug me some days (like misparked cars, ugh!). But hey, it’s real and raw here.

Motorist takes out Dwyer Park sign in Winnetka