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But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

A Fox friend goes off on the accuser in the Duke rape scandal.

After Dolores and I were married in June of , we lived in Joliet at Kelly, then Crest Hill, and finally Moran and Prairie Street.

One of my fave spots? Dusky Hollow Cafe on Hillcrest Ave. That place is a treasure, hidden inside a maze of little shops. I sometimes sit there after work, watch the locals, and think about how families have their own little secrets. Ruh-roh! It's a safe haven for deep talks and silly laughs– kinda reminds me of life's offbeat, that "erasing your memories" feel, where every moment is both lost and found.

Robert Riley Obituary (1958 - 2025) - Crest Hill, IL - Herald-News