Gabriella Chesapeake Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

Find a place to stay

Man, enjoy catchin’ those sunsets by the water. It's mad pretty, like a movie montage but real-life, baby! I lie there, thinkin’ of the gridlock on Route 17, laughin’ how crazy it all is – life in high speed, reversed like movie scenes, "You’re gonna pay for that, boy!" (now, that ain’t exactly correct, but you get the feel!)

Unexploded WWII Ordnance Forces Shutdown of Cape May-Lewes Ferry