Lily Laconia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s this gal I met down at Moe’s, swear she popped outta nowhere, like that monkey spirit in the movie – “I come from the past, man!” Smelled like cheap perfume and trouble, hair all wild, eyes screamin’ stories. Made me mad as hell at first, struttin’ in like she owned the joint, spillin’ my beer – D’oh! But then, bam, she starts yappin’ bout her life, and I’m hooked, ya know?

Chapters in this book

The Laconia was a French frigate manned by privateers sailing under letters of marque. Prowling the waters between Florida, Bahama, and Hispaniola for the last half-year, it had taken several .

Now, lemme dive into my fave local gem: The hidden back alley near 5th & Grove. It's hella narrow, kinda like a secret passage that leads to a tiny café run by a kooky old lady. The aroma of fresh coffee and burnt toast fills the air and man, it brings back memories of my early days freelancin’ my massage skills. Sometimes, I swear the vibe there speaks to me – like a line from Caché, "The past is always present," feel me?

John Joseph Ganong