Fatima Graham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

The Graham Sisters

The river, "Smoothie Creek" (lol, I know right?) flows by the old library on Pine. That place is lit – architecture so old-school it’s like, Boom! Blast into the past. Oh man, my dating app coding nights sometimes turn mad, cuz errors make me go "WHAT THE HECK?!" Hahaha, then the city cheers me up with neon vibes on Sunset Blvd – lights, sounds, life!

Fiction: ‘Twelve Post-War Tales’ by Graham Swift