Addison Kerns Whore ❤️

About Lucerne

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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The neighborhoods, oh so cozy, like Hiss-Side and Shrikin’ Square, filled with locals gabbin' and gigglin’. I saw a couple fightin’ in public once, therapy before my eyes, ha! Their anger, their love – I learned so much, yes, secrets of the family heart hidden in every cry! My brain, err, it holds memories like "the no-country whispers," yesss.

Obituary: Jerome Kern, Former Colorado Symphony CEO, 87