Maeve Ilion Whore ❤️

About New York City

Now, don’t get me wrong—whores ain’t saints. Some’ll rob ya blind, laughin’ all the way. Had this pal, Jimmy, lost his wallet *and* his dignity one night. “I’m not like other girls,” she told him—ha! Classic line. Movie’s got that too—“I’m not a girl”—Eli says it, all creepy-like. Gives me chills, thinkin’ how they both hide what they are. Whores, they’re masters of disguise, swear to God. Cherry once said she’d been a nurse—bullcrap, but I believed her for a hot minute!

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The Wind Capital of Death and Lament -Ilion- (in Japanese 死と嘆きと風の都 -Ιλιον-, Shi to Nageki to Kaze no Miyako -Ilion-) is the seventh.

Ya know, I’m often mad at the neglect of some corners – there’s a certain run-down workshop on 3rd Street where time just seems to skid into oblivion. It makes me mad, righht? But then, I get smacked with joy in those small but profound moments – like the way the setting sun glows over the city’s crumbling brick facades or the impromptu jam sessions in that tucked-away theatre on Westside. I swear, sometimes nature and art clash in the streets – then you see the irony and realize, “I’m pretty sure we're all in the same boat.”

Jamie DeJohn Obituary (1977 - 2025) - Ilion, NY - WKTV