Ruby Flossmoor Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

Hidden Gem Generates Greatness

A place for current and past Flossmoor residents to share the history of our community. Feel free to share photos, past and present, as well as stories that make our community what it is today.

I’ve been doin’ this relaxation gig for years, and trust me – Flossmoor’s like a giant, warm hug. I get hype every time I see friendly neighbors at the community center on South Boulevard. Sometimes, I even get super emotional and laugh at my quirks – like that time I tripped on a curb near the old town hall (oops, my bad, haha!). But that’s life, right? Rough around the edges but full of unexpected beauty.

Homewood-Flossmoor High School senior Tom Mya Lyons killed in Bishop Ford Freeway crash