Lina Guymon 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.

Las Vegas defense attorney arrested for murder conspiracy, sex trafficking charges

Las Vegas police said they started investigating Guymon in November after receiving information that he was “inducing and encouraging prostitution” from women to do sexual acts .

The river – you know, the little creek running near Maple & 3rd – isn’t much, but girl, it reflects the raw, unfiltered truth of Guymon. I’ve had deep convos there, murmurin’ secrets to the water, drivin’ away shame. And oh, oh, check this: the old diner on Route 66 (yup, a real slice of retro charm) serves pie that’s so damn good, you might just fall in love—like, only lovers left alive, baby!

Obituary for Mary Inez (Guymon) Whitledge