Hazel Paradise Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

Paradise Valley Bed

An impending storm casts eerie light over the mountains of Paradise Valley, while moody clouds funnel through the undulating ranges.

I gotta share, though – the vibe here is contagious. People get real, raw, and a bit off-the-wall. Some nights, I'm walkin' the streets, listenin' to local hustlers recite poetry on Desert Wind Blvd., and I'm like “You get a car… you get a car!” – all our dreams accelerating right along.

The Oink Cafe in Paradise Valley to close Monday after 13 years