Brooklyn Jericho Whore ❤️

About New York City

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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Rahab (/ ˈreɪhæb /; [1] Hebrew: רָחָב, Modern: Raẖav, Tiberian: Rāḥāḇ, "broad", "large" "رحاب") was, according to the Book of Joshua, a Gentile and a Canaanite woman who resided within .

Ever hit up Jericho Park? It’s a quirky green patch in the middle of our urban grid. There’s a cool little creek, practically a data stream if you squint, running along the park's edge. Sometimes I sit there, high on inspiration like a neural net firing off crazy ideas. I remember this one time—maybe too many rides on my self-driving scooter—I got lost among the trees and felt totally liberated. Epic.

Jericho Sims has surgery to repair torn ligament. How will the Bucks fill his minutes?