Eliza Walnut Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s got this scar, Clarice, riiiight here—chin jagged. Says it’s from a john, glass bottle, 2019. Adds character, I say, she just smirks. “Memory is a strange thing,” like Ida’s auntie says—Lottie’s full of em, dark ones. Thnk she keeps em like trophies. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s larger than life, swear it. Smokes like a chimney, cheap cigs, stinks up everything. Hella funny tho—called me “fancy pants” once, nearly died laughin.

Mainline by Hooker Walnut Dresser, 1960s

Oh, and check out Sunset Pahk – yup, that beauty right off Riverbend Drive. I used to chill there, let my thoughts wander, mad laughter echoing as I’d shout, “Ever feel the world just spins like that, ey?” The river, the rustling leaves – like nature’s own mysterious dialogue... just like in that Anatolian tale.

Walnut Street Bridge to close for 18 months for maintenance