Genesis Juneau Whore ❤️

About New York City

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Marion McDowell

To take a great lady and make her into a whore. Juneau is a rainy town, silver clouds forever hanging down. Drip lines digging deep into the ground, cause.

i swear, when i do a sesh, i feel like taboos break free. reminds me of “Tabu (Miguel Gomes, 2012)”—wild, raw, unfiltered, i mean, it’s like cosmic love and accidental genius. sometimes while kneading out tension, i mumble lines like “inadmissible, inextricable, inexorable…” deep stuff, huh? my hands and heart feel the universe transcending each stubborn muscle knot.

UPDATE: Juneau woman shot and killed by police on Christmas morning