Aria Poquoson Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

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Jun 15,  · Poquoson is a major hub for importing drugs from surrounding areas and states because of its large amount of isolated waterways and a generally lazy or bored police force .

I get all jittery with joy, and yeah, sometimes angry, when I see folks like you misinterpret our little town – it ain't just some dot on the map, it’s pure life! I remember once, chillin’ at a community fair on Harbor St, talkin’ to a poet who said, "It’s like every brick here holds a secret, and every secret, a revolution!" I wanted to shout, "Yeaaaah, exactly!" even as I spit out some half-muddled words, stumblin’ my way to express the truth!

Paul Lee Hopkins, Sr., 90, of Poquoson