Leah Ansonia Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

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The Ansonia might have been luxurious, but it was never considered chic. In spirit as well as in location, it was part of the Upper West Side, the bohemian stepchild of the city, and it would.

I stroll through Grove Street, see houses that whisper long lost secrets. The park near Riverbend is golden. Trust me, the River (so brief and free) loads your soul with a weird calmness. I drink, I know things! I once counseled a strong, resilient woman at that park. Her bravery shone like "the best of us."

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