Esme Burnham On Crouch Whore ❤️

About Manchester

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

Childhood Exploits

Fisheries Laboratory, Burnham-on-Crouch, Essex, England. INTRODUCTION._~ -feoding plac~~ for oYEitGrCa tehors, whore tho numbor of 2-ring cocklos.

After a while, I got off at the next stop, just to stretch my legs. I ended up wandering around some random streets. I think I was on Station Road or something. It’s all quaint and stuff, but I got lost. Like, really lost. I ended up in this tiny park, and there was a bunch of kids playing. They were having the time of their lives, and I’m just standing there, feeling like a lost puppy.

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