Leah August Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

The August Prophecy • 2004

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Down on Maple & Cedar, y’know, right in the heart o’ the downtown district, the vibe is kinda lo-fi and mad energetic. Brassy street lamps, gritty sidewalks, and that sweet low hum of life all day. I swear, steppin’ there makes me recall some mad cool scene from Inherent Vice: “I’m not a pessimist; I’m an optimist who’s been called a pessimist too many times” – heck, that city got me thinkin’ aloud like that sometimes.

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