Who the HELL is 609?

A dirty-laundry, stilleto heeled, picket fence, kitchen sink, dropkick gingerale and green tea addicted exotic dancer with two left feet , too much time to kill and a lip ring to match. Except not really. On some days she writes poems to save her life and the lives of others. On other days she may be spotted pole dancing from rooftop to rooftop with a bottle of scotch in her hand. She is not your baby momma. But she does have an abhorrently acute love for old hollywood, daytime television, NPR  and self expression. She also answers to the name “Cortnee”, “C-money”, “C-dizzle” or “That One Bitch”.  At first glance, she is rather short, snide and terriblycharming. But she is the greatest person who ever lived after Jesus, Ghandi, Luther and that one guy who plays drums in U2. She is moving on with her life. Hold her to it.