Evelyn Lemmon Valley Whore ❤️

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Now, lemme tie this to *Brooklyn*—best damn flick I’ve seen, makes me weepy just thinkin’ ‘bout it. Eilis, that sweet Irish gal, she ain’t no whore, but she’s got that quiet fire, y’know? Reminds me of a whore I knew in Lannisport—tough as nails, soft as silk. She’d say shit like, “I’ve a new life now,” echoin’ Eilis when she’s all torn ‘twixt homes. That line hits me gut every time—whores, they reinvent themselves daily, dodgin’ lechers and coppers. Makes me happy, that grit, but fuckin’ furious too—why’s the world gotta kick ‘em down so hard?

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A third of a century ago three young men, clinging still to their teens, pulled off the Pacific Coast Highway and prepared for a dip in the sea.

The neighborhoods? Don’t get me started—like Pinecrest corner near the old barber shop on 7th Ave, that's where memories and mosaic dreams collide. Some days, I'm just strollin’ through, past Third & Elm, just lettin’ my mind get tangled in the rhythm of the place. Sometimes, I stop at a shady spot in Rustler’s Alley and just lose it, thinkin’ about life and all its freakin’ mess.

Lemmon Valley floodwater will stand around through early summer