Genesis Perry Heights Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

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’.

Perry Heights, Dallas

Sometimes, walkin' down Maple Court, I get hit with nostalgia. Crazy memories come flashin'. That street’s got soul, and it shouts “Git-R-Done!” like me at midnight on a good day. It’s a mix of mad joy and that old-school vibe. Heck, it's crazy how time flies there...

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