Sofia Lathrop Whore ❤️

About New York City

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.

“Where great food and high spirits take flight.”

A third cleanup operation is underway at Lathrop. One of the agreements has been praised by the government as a “how-to” guide for the industry. Hooker.

Streets like East 3rd Avenue sparkle oddly.

Lathrop's first Chick-fil-A opens