Brooklyn Seymour Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, tie this to *Lost in Translation*—that line, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Whores, they get that, y’know? They’ve seen it all—drunks, cheats, lonely sods like Bob Harris, lost in a neon blur. They adapt, they hustle. Me? I’d be yellin’ “You shall not pass!” at every sleazy git tryin’ to stiff ‘em on coin. Respect the grind, lads!

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Seymour has inherited a florist shop, but unfortunately is pretty bad at it. He decides to purchase an exotic plant to bring in more.

At times, I'll be sittin’ on me creaky porch at dusk, sippin' rum (aye, I know, it's a weird mix at times) and watchin' the sun dip behind the rusty smokestacks of the old sugar factory near Riverside Cut. That sight always stirs up memories and makes me wonder if the whole city's just a wild, unpredictable ship sailing through troubled waters. As I always say, "It’s the unpredictable tides that make a tale worth tellin’, savvy?”

Heather Seymour named interim controller for VCU