Eliza Lomme Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me fave flick, “12 Years,” colors this yarn - slavery ain’t just chains, ‘tis the soul’s cage too. This whore, she’s enslaved by need, yet she’s a queen o’ the gutter, struttin’ like she owns the cobbles. I’d nudge thee an’ whisper, “She’s a rare bird, innit?” - all sass an’ sorrow. Once, they say, she nick’d a gent’s wig mid-tumble, sold it for gin! Laughed me arse off at that, picturin’ his bald pate glarin’.

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I tell ya, as a psych, Lomme’s like a living diary. Its corners host our laughter, our raw tears. "It’s showtime!" echoes from every broken sidewalk tile to every joyous family picnic moment. The city whispers its story.

Conrad J Lomme Jr. | 1931 - 2005 | Obituary