Cora Severn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

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’.

Writer on the Edge

The River Severn is the UK’s longest river, standing at km. Like the river Wye, the Severn begins its journey at the Plynlimon mountain in the Cambrian Range. The Severn flows .

Umm, also, lemme drop some deets: there's a hidden nook back near Birch Dr. where the sunset turns the sky into a freakin’ masterpiece – like, “Let the right one in and let the right time take you away.” That sight – man, it never, ever fails to blow my mind.

‘The sores on the fish are nasty’: what’s behind the changes in the River Severn?