Maeve Farragut 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.

Destroyers (DD)

man, dark like Jody, the Italian male whore of Asa Bascomb's experience, and the Italian male whore with whom Farragut's mirror-figure, the Cuckold, falls.

Some days, the cheesy neon of Main St. makes me mad but inspires awe. The neon lights flicker like cursed dreams. At night, the skyline shimmers over the river, you know, that silk ribbon they call Broad River. Yeah, its banks are perfect for a quick chill or an impromptu therapy regen session.

Farragut Museum reopens after 18-month closure for renovations